Rightfully His

.13

All rights reserved...@brightlights101

From the moment they said I do and a kiss that all but reminded Andrea how good it felt to be touched by him, the long drive back to his home was one big blur. Everyone around her at the ceremony seemed so happy and unfazed as if Andrea was marrying a simpleton. She wondered if they had all forgotten who Matteo is. Or were they just blinded for this mere moment just to forget their own problems back home?

Andrea knew she could never forget who sat between her legs one night.

Andrea was now a married woman.

Andrea Marie Salvatore.

She was no longer a Capaldi and it broke her heart even more at the revelation.

Andrea was now rightfully his.

The reception that Andrea did not want was taken back to Matteo's. She didn't want a party of any sorts because this wasn't a celebration. It was her entering a eternal damnation.

Andrea sat at the head of the table with Matteo. She remained quiet most of the evening, engaging in small talk with his grandparents who had an abundance of questions.

Her family would try to go up to her just to check in but they knew she was just miserable and left her alone.

Her silence was deafening. But her eyes cried save me as her life flashed before her eyes.

Andrea pushed her half eaten food around her plate.

She desperately wished this night would end but it had already begun.

In the far corner of the dinning room, an open bar sat. All of her siblings and his siblings were throwing shots back to back. While the kids ran around, coming down from their sugar high she desperately wished she could wake up from this dream.

"Andrea," his grandmother calls gently.

She looks up from her plate and puts on a smile.

"What are you hoping for, boy or girl?"

Rosa's question sets her aback. She didn't think they knew yet.

Her mouth searches for the right words, when her arm is lightly taken by Matteo and he whispers in her ear.

"They know. I told them yesterday," he tells her. "But they don't know that I am the father. I didn't want them slipping it to your family when you haven't told them yet."

Andrea was relieved and grateful for the consideration.

She turns back to his grandmother.

"I wouldn't mind a mini me," Andrea smiles.

Matteo scoffs beside her.

She turns a slow critical eye towards him with a scowl on her face.

I can't be that bad, she thought to herself.

Yes she can be rude, cynical, and sometimes down right scary but she knew she was a good, warm-hearted woman who just needed a chance to show that.

Obviously, this predicament didn't help matters.

"I don't think we need another stubborn you running around," he says matter of factly.

Before Andrea could make a statement that would insinuate that the child was indeed actually his, she instead decides to spite him.

"Well, we don't need you rubbing off on my child."

Her use of the baby only being hers and not theirs leaves him glaring at her knowing she did it on purpose. And she also knew he couldn't say anything about it.