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...
It was just after Eurovision had finished, I had sent the parcel off to Piero but I hadn't talked to him since he participated for the concert. I couldn't figure out of he was angry or mad with me. I attempted to ring his phone several times, however, all went to voicemail. His phone was off. I started to pace around the house, going into the nursey several times, then our room, then back downstairs by the front door. He was supposed to ring me when he landed, which was 2 hours ago. It was 1 pm, and the more time that passed the more anxious I became.
Nobody had come to check if I was okay that morning, I was there by myself as I paced around the house 100 times. When I was about the make my way back downstairs, the front door click as the lock opened. A figure emerged through the door as Piero entered the house with his suitcase in hand. I froze, and so did he.
We both stared at each other in shock, almost like we didn't recognize each other. One of us had to break the silence. That's when his eyes darted to my bump and he gleamed with some emotion I couldn't identify.
"So it's true, what you sent me wasn't a prank?" He questioned me, closing the front door and dragging his suitcase aside, "Fiore, you really are pregnant?"
"Surprise." I giggled nervously, "I wanted you to know as soon as I did."
I saw him rub his hands over his eyes, I quickly approached him down the staircase. But, I took caution. I knew it, he wasn't happy. All my doubt was right, I knew that I should've listened to my sister a long time ago but I didn't want to admit it. However, to my surprise, Piero glanced at me. A full smile escaping the corner of his lips as I saw what looked like tears about to fall down his face.
His arms quickly came around me as I cried onto his shoulder. We stood there, in each other's arms. I knew it, he was happy. After trying for so long I could officially say that after one year of being reunited, we were officially together now. And just after my father's death, I knew that he'd be delighted to hear the news of his grandkid.
"I'm so glad you aren't mad." I smiled, cuddling myself into his embrace.
"Why would I be mad!?" Piero protested, "This is a time to celebrate! Oh amore, we need to travel! We need to make it an experience we'd never forget! What do we even do!?"
"Piero, amore. Just calm down." I hushed him, pulling him in for a tender kiss, "You're home, that's all the matters to me."
"Are you sure? I know that the nursey was already prepared but we still have so much we need to adapt to." Piero sighed, placing his forehead on mine, "I guess I can't argue with you, you're always right no matter what."
"Is that my first compliment after so many months apart?" I giggled, giving the expression as if he had just insulted me.
"Just shut up." He chuckled, pulling me in for a kiss.
But this time, it seemed very different. It had more fire, more passion, and most of all there was more desire into it. I know that we had been apart for so many months, and I do hate it when he leaves.
But I never knew he was this desperate when he returned. The kiss quickly escalated, his arms were around me in seconds as our feet backed me up against the wall. Piero pushed onto me, I felt all his passion for want trying to break free. My arms ran down his back, gasping for breath every now and again to then carry on passionately kissing.
Piero's arms quickly grabbed underneath my legs, my arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted me up and started walking up the stairs. As he walked down the hall with me in his arms, we reached our nicely redecorated room as he lay me down onto the bed. I crossed my legs with a giggle as he shuffled off his coat and shut the door, taking off his scarf also in the process.
When I glanced up at him, the desire was still there, it was all there. I couldn't draw my eyes away from it even for a second as he approached, taking his shirt off and approaching me on the bed. That's when I saw what he needed up close...
When I woke up the next morning, my hair was everywhere. I pushed it away from the corners of my eyes as I rolled over to see Piero standing out on the small balcony of our room. I shuffled out of bed as he turned to see me, and my awfully bad bed hair, greet him.
"Good morning, amore." He smiled, but I yawned as I stretched my arms right up into the air.
"Did I dream what happened last night?" I asked him, wrapping my arms around him in an embrace.
"No, last night you were awake." Piero smiled, "And so was I. Because the amazing news you told me last night made me think I was dreaming."
"You know I wouldn't lie to you." I giggled, turning away, but there something I hadn't told him.
The day before he returned, I went for a scan. The doctor told me all my thoughts were wrong about just one baby. However, there were twins. I only told Piero about one because I didn't want him to stress.
He quickly noticed my frown and turned me around by the shoulders, "What are you hiding from me?" He glared, "Did something happen with the baby?"
"No! Of course not!" I hurried with a reply, "Promise me you won't freak out."
"I promise, just tell me." Piero chuckled, but his glare still remained in his eyes.
"There isn't one baby..."
"What? Fiore, what do you mean?"
"I'm having twins Piero..."
"Twins!?"
To Be Continued
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