As promised, Luca arrived to pick me up two hours later. Right on time, neither a second early nor a minute late. He couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue as he watched me climb into the Beast with the box that had dessert inside of it. I smirked and playfully teased him, letting him know that he would have to wait until dessert to uncover the surprise. I was captivated by one of his enchanting smiles that I seldom witnessed. Upon our arrival at his penthouse, I promptly placed the dessert in the refrigerator. Luca went to freshen up and change into something more relaxed. I notice a bottle of wine resting on the bench. I retrieve two wine glasses from the cupboard, uncork the bottle, and carefully pour the glasses halfway before taking them into the living room, delicately placing them on the coffee table. “Do you think you should be drinking, Vanessa?” I feel his breath on my nape. I slowly turn around and face him. “I’m sorry,” I say as I scrunch my nose up at him. “I saw th
I faintly hear a conversation being held in the Italian tongue as I slowly awake and groggily sit up on the sofa, stretching my sleepy limbs. Shit, I must have dozed off. “You're awake.” A chirpy voice pipes up. “Hmm?” I stand up and turn around. There, I am met with two sets of eyes. One belonging to Luca and the other… Rosalia? I gasp. She's more beautiful than I could have imagined. “Aunty, Vanessa?” The young lady walks towards me with a friendly smile on her face. “Rosalia?” I know who she is because she holds a striking resemblance to Celeste. Gorgeous! “Si, I hope we did not wake you from your nap. But, I'm glad that you’re finally awake!” She throws her arms around me and squeezes the near life out of me, making me laugh. “I am so sorry, I don’t remember falling asleep,” I say sheepishly as my cheeks slightly start to turn pink. Rosalia starts to pull back from our hug, but I hold on to her a bit tighter, stopping her. “I have so many years to catch up on with hug
I step into the kitchen and begin to rinse the dinner plates in the sink, carefully placing them into the dishwasher. My thoughts start to wander, and I find myself reflecting on Rosalias' words. Imagine how different life would be if Celeste were here. Would she and Giovanni have ended up getting married and having more children? Would I have a spouse by now, and what career path would I have pursued? Would our parents still be happily married and more involved in our lives? There are countless possibilities for the directions our lives could have taken. Strong hands firmly hold my hips as my back presses against a solid chest. Luca gently brushes my hair aside and plants a tender kiss on my neck. “What is wrong, cara mia?” He whispers in my ear. His warm breath plagues my skin with goosebumps. “I’m fine.” I sigh, unwilling to offer more of an explanation. Liar, liar pants on fire… “Then why have you been scrubbing the same plate for the last five minutes.” He murmurs bef
There's nothing more fear-inducing than the anticipation of receiving the test results. It feels like an eternity has passed while I've been waiting in Keris' office, even though it's only been a mere ten minutes. The most intense ten minutes I have ever experienced. I found the experience of waiting for my exam results to be quite intense. I couldn't help but constantly refresh my email page, dreading the moment when the results would finally appear, confirming my passing grade. I can't say that I'll be devastated if the test turns out to be positive this time around. I can handle this. I now have friends who will support me. What's that African proverb again? 'It takes a village to raise a child.' I may not have a village behind me, but I definitely have some incredible friends. What a foolish phrase anyway. Why would anyone require a village to raise a single child? I begin to contemplate the significance of the saying and ultimately conclude that newborns are fundamental
I exit the room and make my way down to the hospital lobby area. “Nessa?” A familiar voice calls out. I turn around and see Sanz standing in the corner with another man. I give him a little wave, and he walks over to me. “Is everything okay?” He asks, his voice full of concern with his eyes matching. “Yeah. I was just visiting a friend.” I shamelessly lie to him. “What are you doing here?” My gaze drifts to the man he was with earlier. “That’s Carlos.” Sanz smiles, wagging is brows in a frenzy wave. “He’s an ER doctor, and… I've been seeing him for the past couple of days.” A sly smile crosses his face, and he winks at me. “You’re gay?” I whisper, my voice full of shock. “I’m Bi. I'm kind of a greedy prick.” He adds with a smile filled with pride. “I had no idea!” I lowly exclaim. “No one ever does. It's so much fun gorging everyone’s reaction the first time I tell them.” He snickers. “He’s very good-looking.” The words leave my mouth before I’m able to stop them. “You w
Later in the evening, Chrissy and Conrad return home from work with their hands full of small bags from our local takeaway bar. The aroma fills the room and sends my taste buds into overdrive. I wasn’t able to find a damn thing in the house to eat that didn’t make my stomach turn, and I do hope the nausea feeling subsides quickly in the first trimester.“Hey, you.” Chrissy plonks herself next to me on the sofa. “What are you doing?”“Just reading some stuff.” I quickly close my laptop and sink back into the sofa.I was surfing the net, trying to get as much information as possible about the first trimester of being pregnant, and I doubt she needs to know that.“We are going to head to Club Dynasty to meet with some people from work in a few hours. Dads agreed on running a tab for us there.” She bounces up and down, excited. “He was happy with the story I ran, and it is making the front page. You should come and meet everyone?” She gently shoulder bumps me, trying to lure me along with
It’s Thursday, and Luca is due to arrive back in the country in a few hours. I’m sitting at my classroom desk, marking my Care Bears books with a bad case of butterflies that won't stop fluttering in the pit of my stomach. It’s either butterflies or the beginning of a long morning spent in the bathroom with my head halfway down the damn toilet bowl — spewing my ring out. Yeah, truth be told, I haven’t been feeling all that great lately. Whoever said that pregnancy is a wonderful experience is a liar! I’ve had very little sleep. I can't stomach half the food I’d like to and, not to mention the dried skin that’s appeared out of nowhere on my face. What happened to MY pregnancy glow? I’m beginning to feel ripped off in the whole 'incredible experience'. I presume it's another thing I can add to my 'Cheated in Life Journal.' There’s a sharp rap at the door, disturbing me from my depressing thoughts and bringing me back to reality. I sigh deeply and get up from behind my desk to see
Anton drops me off outside a seafood restaurant along the wharf called Eight. Any other day or occasion, I’d be jumping with excitement. I love seafood. It's not something I can purchase regularly because it's just too expensive. And now that I'm pregnant, raw seafood isn’t something I can indulge in whenever I get the cravings. Sighing and feeling absolutely gutted, I walk towards the restaurant with my head high. As I step inside, a chill rides the fine line of my spine, and a wave of fishy odor slams into me, causing me to start gagging. My gaze scans the restaurant, and when it collides with Lucas, I watch as he rises from his seat, buttoning his suit jacket and closes the distance between us. “Vanessa, is everything okay?” Luca says as he quickly rushes to my side with his gaze examining my flushed face. “I'm fine.” I quickly smother my mouth with my hand, nodding my head. Luca looks at me with his eyes full of concern, clearly not taking my word for it. “Tesoro, you are