Mafia Imagines

76 - Amore Mio

Imagine...

"Here let me," Y/B/F/N graciously opened the chic car door, offering you his tanned hand, with a cheeky smile he reserved for you and only you. Giving him a sweet smile back, you took his hand and let him guide you out of the car, your form fitting black dress pooling around your feet, as you adjusted yourself. Camera flashed, staining Y/BF/N's back white, as he shielded you from the beady eyes of paparazzi until you were ready to be seen. With a soft nod, he steps back, his face morphing into his stoic mask, one that took you months to slowly chip away, revealing his sweet and charming self. With one hand on the small of your back, his thumb gently brushing over your revealed skin, he guides you up the stairs and into the hotel, in preparation  for the annual event. 

"You look gorgeous tonight, Amore Mio," My treasure. You were his treasure, and he made damn sure you knew it...

You had your period and were laying in bed moping, as you frowned at your phone screen. You had only just started dating, and you were worried how your new boyfriend would react to you cancelling so last minute on him. He was going to take out out to dinner at a local restaurant that you raved about, but your cramps had decided tonight's plan was to stay at home with a heat pack. He had read the message, and the little daunting bubble with three dots was blaring back at you, as anxiety gnawed at your insides. He had been typing a very long time. You hope he wasn't breaking up with you.

Y/BF/N <3

I'm sorry, I won't be able to come tonight, I'm feeling really unwell :(

Can we do this another night?

Read.

Open your door, Amore Mio.

Open... What?

Three soft knocks echoed around your small apartment, as you stood up, still grasping the  heat pack to your aching stomach, your legs complaining loudly about having to hold up your weight, as you trudge to your door.

"Amore Mio," He offers you a gentle smile as he welcomes himself into your apartment, his hands grasping two take away bags with the local restaurant the two of you had planned to go to's logo printed on the sides, and your stomach growled it's appreciation, your mouth already watering from the smell of your favourite food wafting around the room, dancing with the gentle scent of your candles. 

"What are you doing here?" You didn't mean to sound rude, or abrupt. You were just genuinely curious as to why he had come here, straight from work if his all black suit meant anything... though, you had to admit, he looked absolutely delicious.

"You're sick, so, i'm here to help... Do you have a fever? Sore throat? Headache?" Food safely resting on your counter top,  the back of his hand came to rest on your forehead, his brows creeping together.

"No- I- Well...It's not that kind of sick," You say, still gripping onto the heat pack. His eyes drift downwards to your hands, the wheels in his head turning as he seemed to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Amore mio," His warm hands tug you towards him, as you rest your head on his chest. "You should've told me." His words weren't condescending. They weren't rude. They held nothing but understanding.

"I didn't want to gross you out..." While your words were shy, his chest rumbled with a chuckle, the sound warming your chest, and it seemed to dance around the room ruffling the curtains that were still open revealing the sun that was staining the sky oranges, pinks and reds.

"Gross me out? Your body is completing it's naturally bodily functions, and you were scared that it would gross me out? You'll need a little more than some blood to gross me out... now, let's get you relaxed....

"Amore mio?"  You blink back into reality, a small smile engrained on your face, as you turn to your boyfriend, his face still stoic, but his eyes swirled with concern. "Everything okay?" His hand gripped your thigh gently. A small sign of comfort, as you all but melted into him, seeking his warmth. 

"Always. I'm always okay with you." You smiled up at him.

"Good." Only one word, yet it held so much emotion, you could only close your eyes, and relax into his warmth as you both were guided to your table by a waiter.

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Wow, so what do we think of this?

Haven't really written in a while, so sorry if it's crap ahah.

Love you all x

- Outcastkido