« TW WARNINGS » (for this chapter)
• swearing
• extreme sadness
• violence
• drugs
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His hand traveling my zipper upwards as I watch him do so in the mirror
He gave me his mother's black formal dress she always wore for funerals
His exact words still break me
'Your the woman of the house now, you take her role'
His voice was low and in a type of exhaustion I didn't express with my fathers death
Probably didn't feel anything like the pain he feels now
This was love that played up
She didn't want us to stop living for her
She wanted us to continue so she'd be proud she made her family happy
The funeral took long for us to plan cause I had to do most of the things and Rhyd the formal things like who gets her belongings
He struggled but we helped each other
By now my bump was noticeable and I barely fit the beautiful formal dress
But the thought of him considering me as his mother's runner up
It crushed me, yet aroused me in a odd way
I turn around and see him in his all black suit
"Sei bellissima tesoro, tua madre sarebbe stata orgogliosa..." I mumble while kissing his cheek
"No, no Italian.. she learned English for years and despised me talking Italian.. she was always proud that she managed to move here and give us a better life" he says in a non emotional voice
"But you do look beautiful, and she would have been so proud, regardless if I say it in Italian or not it's still true" I wipe the stain of red lipstick on his cheek away
"Angelo?" He asks while I sit down on the bed to put my heels on
"Mhm?" I hum while struggling to bend over cause of my bump
"Voglio che tu tenga il bambino" he says and I look curiously up with a frown
"You want me to keep the baby?" Tries to clarify his words
"I think you can raise this child in a way it will be nothing like his father, Angelo.. ti amo a prescindere" he mumbles as he went on his knees and puts my heels on for me
With a soft grip I grab his chin making him look at me
"I love you too.."
"But will you be able to love this child?" I ask back
"It's your child, and if it turns out like you, it won't matter cause your my angelo just like he or she will be ours soon" I can feel the blush raise to my cheeks
"sono con te, non vado da nessuna parte non preoccuparti" I mumble against his lips
"I know" he sighs and pulls back his head
I pull him back and kiss him softly on his lips
I leave a faint stain of red on his lips
"She loves you like her child.." he mumbles as he sits down on the bed again
Moving slowly onto his lap he holds me carefully
"Don't say that, that makes this incest" I kiss him again
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Fallen. // 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 18+
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