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Francesca

Four Months Later

I moaned before I began to heave again, feeling sorry for myself, sprawled on the floor next to the toilet.

No one told me being pregnant was like a disease and you no longer had control of your body or mind.

The books lied, fucking morning sickness, my ass.

It should be called morning, noon and night sickness.

It made me kick Alessio during the night when my burgeoning belly made me uncomfortable.

Even though I pretended to be asleep he always cuddled into me and seemed to know where to stuff the pillows to make me comfortable.

He was unbelievably patient, which seemed to annoy me, but everything did.

If I wasn't grumpy, then I was crying at pet food commercials.

My breasts were changing into organic milk bags, a dark line ran down my belly with web-like stretch marks and what happened to the sickness staying in the first trimester? It was as if Mother Nature had it out for me.

Then there were the bouts of horniness.

Me: When are you coming home?

La Bestia: No longer than two hours, Kitten. Do you need anything?

Me: Ho bisogno del tuo cazzo d'asino

I smiled because I told him I needed his donkey dick.

His response didn't come immediately, and I put my phone down to inspect the new cot covers.

I didn't buy too many and kept the colours simple.

We didn't know if it was a boy or a girl we were having yet.

The phone buzzed and I picked it up to see Alessio’s response.

La Bestia: I will be home in 25 minutes.

Me: I thank you in advance for your services.

La Bestia: I know how much you love your cream, but you never need to thank me for fucking you, Kitten. X

Alessio protected me in all my surroundings and I could feel safe again.

I was never left alone.

There was a before and after Clive line drawn.

Rocco remained vigilant and stayed close to me, and in return, I cooked for him.

I did most of my shopping online, the baby's furniture and pram, we were going to pick everything out next weekend.

Alessio was so excited about the baby and how he worshipped my belly made me less grumpy.

I’d cooked his favourite meal, all it needed was some time in the oven to reheat it.

Gone were the days I tried to kill him with my cooking.

I rubbed my belly, our baby would be loved by so many people.

I called my Nonno to see if him and Nonna would like to visit my mother's grave with me.

It had been a while and I wanted to see her before the baby came.

“Honey, I’m home,”

Alessio’s voice rang through the hallway and I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

“I’m in the nursery,”

I shouted out to him.

He appeared in the doorway and paused before he stepped inside. He wore a dark navy blue suit with his usual white shirt, but his tie was loose, and his collar button was open. His hair was sleeked back and his usual stubble looked darker.

“You look like an angel, Kitten,”

he said looking up and down at my white dress.

“I think we both know I’m no angel,”

I scoffed.

“You're, my angel,”

he stressed before walking towards me, kneeling and rubbing his cheek over my belly. “Any sickness today?”

“Yes,”

I said with a grimace. “I had to cook with a scarf wrapped around my face.”

His face darkened and before he went off on one I covered his mouth with my hand.

“I enjoy cooking for you, Alessio. It makes me happy,”

I said softly, for all my moaning about being pregnant he was present and always helping me in the ways that counted.

I would never be a married single mother with how attentive he was, and when he wasn’t working from home or home on the weekends, Rocco was on hand.

A cleaner came four times a week, leaving me with cooking and shopping duties.

It was a far cry from my three jobs.

His face softened and he stood up, kissing my forehead before slipping his hand into mine.

“Tu sei il mio tesoro,”

he said rubbing my belly before kissing me. You are my treasure.

I melted into his touch, even with my protruding belly, he made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.

His lips pressed lightly against mine, kissing me softly before his hands gripped my ass and he slipped his tongue into me.

I volleyed my tongue against his, clutching his shirt as my pussy clenched in anticipation. My panties were damp within seconds.

He pulled back and slid his hand into mine before he tugged it and led me behind him.

When we reached our bedroom I reached to my side to unzip my dress.

He didn’t hesitate to pull it off me before inspecting my bump.

“The baby looks bigger today,”

he said before leaning over to unhook my bra.

“We have the scan this week. They will check that everything is as it should be,”

I said with a smile.

“How would you feel about your grandparents living with us?”

he asked, pulling my bra down my arms while I stared at him, flabbergasted at his words.

To have them live with us would be a dream come true for me, but could Alessio cope with Nonno?

“I would love that, but would you?”

I asked, my voice laced with scepticism.

“Of course, I would. We have an eight bedroom house, Kitten. There is plenty of space. They are in their twilight years and I want our children to know both sides of their family.”

My vision blurred as tears welled up before rolling down my cheeks. The damn hormones and my sweet husband were a lethal combination.

***

I placed a hand over his forehead, but it didn't feel warm, I ran my fingers through his hair, checking for grey, when I found none, I concluded that he wasn't going senile. He was staring at me with an arched eyebrow.

“What are you checking me for, Kitten?”

“Have you been diagnosed with something? A rare incurable disease?”

I asked tapping my cheek wondering what was happening.

“No, why would you think that?”

he asked with a frown.

I leaned back on the headboard to contemplate life’s mysteries.

“You want to go to church before we visit my mother’s grave?”

I asked, making sure I heard him correctly. “Like inside the church, right?”

He turned to face me and had the audacity to roll his eyes at me.

“You the Beast of London, body chopper, allegedly,”

I said, seeking clarification.

“Get your pillows and go to sleep,”

he said, his voice as sulky as a toddler's.

I giggled and slipped my arms around his waist, he automatically did the same, sighing before he pushed my head on his chest.

“I made a promise when we were looking for you, Kitten,”

he said quietly, resting his chin on my head.

God, why was he always making me cry?