Fiore Lombardi is forced to move to the United Kingdom when she was just a small child. Originally born in Venice, she returns back to Italy at the age of 18 only to discover that her childhood friends and potential lovers have grew to become a famo...
"Fiore, where are you going!?" Piero exclaimed, rushing after me as I sprinted down the hospital corridor, reaching the main entrance.
"Please, just let me go do this. I must find out something." I cried, escaping his grasp many times before he full grabbed onto my wrist. I gave in as my knees gave up, causing me to fall into his arms.
I wasn't holding my emotions back anymore. There I was, on Piero's chest as we sat together. Letting my tears run down my face seemed like an eternity. But with Piero's soft reassurance I was able to mourn my father's death. I saw my sister enter the hospital in order to guide my mother back to the house, but Piero didn't take me back there.
Lifting me up from the ground, he supported my shoulders as he placed me into the passenger's seat of the car. Turning the car engine on, Piero began to drive. However, we didn't return to our home, we went to Katia's apartment.
As Piero guided me to the front door as Katia stood to wait for me, he turned to me, "You must stay here, I have to go to prepare for Eurovision. But, keep remembering what I told you."
"Of course, amore." I smiled, wrapping my arms around him tightly to exchange our goodbye's.
And that was it, another long period of time I had to spend while Piero was gone. My feet carried me into Katia's apartment where Melissa waited. We sat there together for hours, they knew exactly what do you to cheer me up as we sat there giggling at funny photos of us in the past and watching old movies we watched again when we were younger.
It reached 9:00 pm and none of us had fallen asleep. Katia had left to go and grab some snacks from the local shop as Melissa drove to get stuff from her apartment. I was sat there by myself, anxiously flicking through the TV channels until I stumbled across a news channel reporting about Il Volo in the Eurovision Song Contest. I felt a smile creep onto my face as they showed photos of Gianluca, Piero, and Ignazio all together as they prepared for Eurovision.
Eurovision was nearly here, and with my happiness restored to its full potential, I knew what was waiting for me to tell Piero as I sat in the conservatory of our house fixing together a box. A couple of weeks ago, I felt ill. I was being sick back at Katia's apartment and urged me to take another pregnancy test just to be sure I was expecting. To my surprise, no matter how many tests I took, they all said positive. The joy overfilled my body as I remember hugging them as they supported me. For 3 months pregnant, I was only showing slightly. However, I knew that a little bundle of joy was actually coming. I know that I couldn't hide it away from Piero while he was in Austria performing so I decided to create a little present for him.
I started cutting out fabric, as I cut around a piece of paper that said:
"In a few months, you will return. With this little surprise, you will smile. Be happy all the time, and know that November isn't over."
Below, I wrapped up the cleaned pregnancy test, a scan picture and a pair of baby clothes in tissue paper and placed it at the bottom of the box. Making sure to wrap it tightly, I retrieved my phone to hand write the address of Piero's hotel on the top of the fully sealed box. Humming to myself, I didn't notice my mother approach from the kitchen, as she sat by me and held her hands in mine. My mother was second to know about my pregnancy, she was happy and it was the happiest I've seen her since my father's death.
And with my possible marriage to Piero, my mother attempted to stay with me every time he was away and help me pick out possible dresses for a marriage that may not even happen. But, I continued to smile as my mother walked around the house, preparing it ready for Piero's return and to clean our laundry. Startled, my phone suddenly began to ring as I held it up to my face. Piero was requesting to Face Time me as I quickly picked up. His face appeared on the screen with a bright smile as he pushed his red glasses up his nose.
"Hi amore!" He grinned, "I see you're looking well!"
"I've been looking after myself amore." I giggled, but then soon realizing that the Eurovision Sont Contest started in just a few hours, "Shouldn't you be getting ready?"
"I have just a few minutes to spare before I go, amore mio." Piero chuckled, as he walked around his hotel room. I could see Ignazio and Gianluca messing around in the background, "I just wanted to ring say a few things."
"Well get on with it then!" I smiled, a giggle escaping my lips.
"Firstly, are you going to watch us tonight?" He asked me, I quickly cut him off with my response.
"Of course I am! My love!" I exclaimed quickly, "Katia and Melissa are coming over and we're going to watch the whole contest from start to finish."
"And how's the house looking?" Piero questioned again, "I know that some of the rooms weren't properly decorated yet."
"Don't worry about that, it's all been sorted. My mother, sister, and brother helped out as much as they could."
"Alright, amore I'll take your word for that." Piero smiled, "My last question, are you ready to get married when I return?"
"I'll think about it." I chuckled, "I must go now, I have to prepare in case we have a Eurovision victory in our hands. Flourish my love, know that I'm watching you."
"I'll get Gianluca to wink at the camera, and I'll raise my eyebrows to show that I'm thinking of you," Piero replied, allowing me to giggle.
"Good luck, amore!" I cheered, as he waved goodbye and ended to call.
This was it! I knew that a new life was about to start.
But... what will Piero say?
Will he accept the gift I send him?
Or will he turn it away?
To Be Continued
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