CHAPTER 92

PIETRO GIACOMETTI

"Finally done trying to win me over?" Mandy questioned as I stepped towards the door, not saying a word to her. I didn't have so much time to waste.

"Not done. I will be back when I am certain the reason I am here in the first place is fine." I gritted the words out and Mandy instantly shot up to her feet.

"What is wrong with Caily?"

"I have no fucking idea. She visited an hospital out of the blues and she's lying to me it's just a fucking casual medical checkup. She is not fucking telling me the exact reason why she visited an hospital and the little bastards I left around her can't seem to point out what is wrong with her either!" I let out, feeling the rage run through me more aggressively for a few seconds.

Mandy stared at me for a few seconds with no response and I really didn't have that patience right now. I grabbed the door knob but her voice stopped me.

"You don't have to come back. You already finished what you were here for."

I glanced back at her, impatient and yet still needing to hear what she had to say.

"Perhaps..." She breathed out heavily.

"Perhaps yours will work out better than mine did." She lowered her gaze to the floor and when she raised it, she walked towards me, stopping a few feet away from me.

"You care about Caily a lot and I..." She chuckled, looking around before focusing her gaze on me.

"And I can't deny that you love her madly. A freaking billionaire coming to my home and turning himself into my cook and cleaner just to make Caily happy and a man who travels back home because his woman went to the hospital for an unknown reason." She pulled herself together, her face turning firm.

"Take care of Caily. Don't hurt her. If you hurt her even a little bit, I will strive with my life to ensure I get her back from you. And your promise to get to change? I don't believe in that promise but at least keep up the façade for her. Don't let her get hurt, Pietro Giacometti." She took a step back and forced out a smile.

"You will never get her back from me." I swore and she chuckled, less stiffly this time.

"I am getting used to your quite weird way of communicating. It wasn't that bad to have you around." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, all I was trying to say was you have my blessings to get married to Caily." She added.

"Good heavens, sounds great when you finally put it into words. Finally." I let out a heavy breath and moved closer to her.

I grabbed her hand hastily and kissed the back of her hand.

"See you later, aunt in law."

She smiled, more sincerely, this time.

"See you later, son in law."

*

CAILY GALILEO

I stood by the entrance of the mansion, eyes looking forward and ears strained, trying to hear the sound of an engine roaring towards me.

He was going to be back. My Pietro would be back and hell have I missed him so much! I just wanted to throw my arms around him and have him hug me right.

God, I had missed his hugs and his touches so fucking much. I missed his cologne. I missed his voice. Hearing it over the phone was so not enough. I missed the teasing look on his face. I missed his stern look. I missed the warmth of his body. I missed the way he looked at me like I was the only one that existed in his world. I missed the way he kissed me. I missed everything about him.

Addiction. I was addicted to Pietro and was crazily craving him like a drug.

And yet, along with my anticipation and excitement was nervousness and anxiety. I had to tell Pietro about this and I wasn't sure about how he would react?

I slowly bit down on my lower lip as a hand moved to my stomach subconsciously and rubbed on it.

How would Pietro react to the news of my pregnancy? Would he... Would he want it? Or would he be against it? Would my pregnancy cause a rift between us or would it pull us even closer to each other?

I knew... I knew Pietro had once asked me how many kids I wanted us to have so he definitely wanted kids but I still could not help but question myself over and over again if he would be happy that it happened so fast?

"Pietro would always love me" I whispered to myself reassuringly and I knew that. That was a fact that could not be doubted and he would accept our child as long as I wanted our child and heavens, I did. I already adored the fact that I had life starting inside of me but I needed him to be excited.

Was this too fast? Too quick?

"Heavens, these negative thoughts" I groaned, trying to kick the thoughts out of my head.

Lola had insisted that Pietro would love the news because she knew he loved me so much and would love everything that had to do with me.

I wished I was that confident right now.

The tip of my ears raised as I heard the car approaching and immediately all the negativity rushed out of me as I equally rushed away from the entrance, running towards the driveway with excitement as Finn walked quickly to catch up with me.

As soon as the car stopped, I pulled the car door open myself in excitement and before Pietro could step out, I had jumped onto him in the car already.

"Pietro!" I half screamed his name, arms on his shoulder and hands interlocked behind him as I hugged him tightly to myself, in an excited and very much unsteady motion.

"Dio, Peaches." Him calling me, with an arm wrapping around my waist made me totally melt against him. I had missed that so much.

"I missed you so much, Pietro" I hugged him even more tightly and he just pulled me even closer, his arm grabbing me even more firmly.

"I almost couldn't fucking breathe without you, Peaches." He buried his face in my neck and I could feel my body easing and tensing at the same fucking time.

"God... Fuck, I love you, tesoro." He breathed out the words into my neck before pulling back from the hug but keeping me close to him, with a hand to my waist.

"Are you fine? What did you go to the hospital for?" He took his free hand to my face and gently cupped it.

"I will tell you about it over dinner." I whispered.

"Tell me about it now, Cara. Don't keep me in this fear. You are alright, right?" The fear was evident in his eyes and fear had never looked this delicious.