His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

Breakthrough Space

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Marcello

"I know that it is new to you, but believe me you will be alright," I dropped her back to her car.

"You see, this is not going to be cured," her tears started falling as if it was a river fall.

"Yes, it will be," I hugged her without even thinking twice about it.

She looked at me, with her eyes filled with tears, breaking me apart. Her eyes had hope for a second, but then a broken smile has followed her hope and tore it apart, just the way it did to me.

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Ivana

"Wake up sponge," the old man said.

I really hated it when he comes and wakes me up, although we lived together, that still irritated me.

"How many times I told you to not enter my room?" I moaned under the pillow.

"It is your loss, I will tell Mr. Fancy to leave" he left.

"Wait what!" I jumped out of my bed. "Mr. who?" I ran to the mirror making sure that my hair looked on point, it was just messy and I could barely see with my blurry vision.

"He said he wanted to meet you, Mr. Mark" he looked at me.

"Marl you mean?" I corrected.

"Oh yes whatever," he wasn't that concerned.

I wanted to change my clothes and at least look pretty enough to meet him in the morning. The old man, father I call him, did not give me a chance, as it wasn't too long before I saw Marcello standing behind me. He was wearing sweatpants and a red polo shirt. Looking as perfect as embarrassed I felt at that moment, standing in my pink pajamas that were messed up.

"You look pretty" he giggled.

"You aren't supposed to be here!" I pushed him out of the room. He moved a bit but he was way stronger than me.

"I wanted to make sure that you are fine," he closed the door.

"Oh really? By breaking through my house?" I crossed my hands.

"You mean that old man?" he pointed at the door.

"Hush!" I went closer to him, placing my hand on his lips to shut up.

"You shouldn't say that," I whispered while looking into his eyes.

"Then what shall I say?" he whispered through my hand covering his lips.

"I call him father," I giggled.

"Will you move in with me?" he took off my hands down to his chest. I wanted to cut him but he continued. "Please Ivana, do it and I promise you will be the happiest ever. I will even let you come and check on this old man whenever you want, and on the top of that I will ask him for his consent if you wanted to," he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, knowing that I'm weak towards resisting him.

"I-I..." I stuttered. I was really excited, I wanted to say yes, but I did not know him well to move in with him. Yet he is the only one who I could open up about Sam. It is lovingly confusing! And I shouldn't overthink.

"You spaced out again,"

"No, I am here,"

"Yes you just did, are you okay?" he took one arm off my waist and adjusted my hair.

"I want to-" I stopped for a second trying to look away from him, placing my hand on his chest, I stated "-but I can't. I don't know you yet, and neither do you."

"I know what you have told me, and I am ready to know more." he laughed.

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"So my sponge is leaving me to die alone, what a fun death," father said.

"No father, I am not leaving you to die alone, we can die together," I joked and hugged him.

"If you ever break her heart, I will break your ribs. It just takes me to sit on you, to make of you a bloody meat burger," father looked at me, pointing at him. "And if he hurts you, your home is here, okay?"

"I am not getting married," I joked.

"You might not but that does not make me less worried," he teased Marcello.

I hugged him tightly before I left. All he had is me, and the same went for me. I promised him that I will stay with him, even if not every day, but I would always be around.

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