Rightfully His

28.

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Popping in and out of her streaming services and basic cable, Andrea was bored beyond belief and it's only been four days into her 14 day recommended bed rest.

She throws her remote off to the side, and falling backwards into her bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she hears a creak outside her door. She's startled and sits upright.

Immediately she begins to panic. She usually gets a call from anyone who decides to come over. No one was supposed to step foot inside unless authorized by her or Matteo. And it was too early for Matteo to be home either.

Quietly she throws her blanket off, unplugging her lamp and inches towards her door. With each calculated step, she holds in her discomfort. There hasn't been a day where she doesn't feel pain. Everyday she felt like she had been ran over by a truck. But she pushed it down and placed her hand on the doorknob.

She takes in a deep breath, closing her eyes and allowing air to fill her lungs. Without warning, she turns her knob and goes to attack with a warrior scream and sees that it was her mother with a broom in hand.

"Mama!" She screeches, with her heart racing and chest rising and falling in a haste. She puts her lamp down be her side. "What are you doing? You know the rules."

"I'm tired of the rules," she mumbles. "You're my daughter and no one tells me when and when I can't see you."

"How did you get in?" Andrea asks, watching as her mother takes the lamp from her hand and places it on her nightstand.

"I know a hungry man when I see one," she states, pulling her daughter back into bed and tucking her in.

"Mama, Matteo will be mad."

"Let him be. It's not going to stop me." She stated adamantly. "Now, get some rest. I'm not done cleaning."

"But-," Luciana holds up her hand, stopping her daughter from protesting.

Luciana retreats out into the hallway looking at the room her daughter spends most of her time in.

"Andrea, can I have the key to your other room?"

"No," she quickly answers.

"Will you ever show me?" Luciana asks with a frown.

Andrea shakes her head from side to side. No one in her family will see what she paints. The only people who have seen the work she's done were Matteo's grandparents, but that was just because there was only one place to do it, and they had free access to it.

"At least tell me it's not a s*x dungeon."

Andrea eyes widen in horror. "No, mama. Never."

But the thought intrigued her. And as she thinks deeply about what that would entail, she tightly clenches her thighs. There was only one man she'd consider between her legs and it set her skin on fire as she thought about it.

"Stop thinking dirty," her mother scolds. "Do it on your own time."

All I have is time!

Andrea hides her beet red face in her blankets. Hormones really put a spin on her libido. Her mother closes her door and gets back to cleaning.

Rolling over onto her side, she curls into a ball with her blanket tucked underneath her chin. The only way time would move faster would be if she slept. Since she couldn't do anything else, that's all there was to do.

As the minutes ticked by, her body wouldn't allow it. But unexpectedly, her phone dings. She reaches for it on her nightstand and sees a familiar name pop up. It was Viola. A smile grows on her face.