Bianchi: Dark Knight

1:30

I'm usually the one that can't function without that first sip. The one cursing the sun's existent and well anyone's for that matter. Waking up to watch the sunrise or take pictures of the sky has never been my thing. This morning laying in this king sized bed with Fabian's arms around me while the sun rises has me questioning everything I know. Maybe I could be one of those women if given the chance.

Just like me Fabian is awake watching as the yellow sun meets the morning sky. I could stay this way with him for eons. I wish I could but I know it's impossible at this point. Clearly there's a conversation we needed to have. One that could make or break our relationship. My heart stutters thinking about all that needs to be said. For our sake I hope our relationship is strong enough to survive. At the beginning I resisted him. I even denied our relationship. Now I relished it in him.

"Buongiorno." A smile finds its way to my lips. He'll never let go of that ridiculous nickname. Where it came from I have no

Idea.

"Buongiorno." My pronunciation has gotten better with all the help from Zaviano and Angelo. I loved being able to speak in his mother language. Whenever I did, a look of wonder found its way to his face. Nothing could compare to the high I get from that look.

"Are you hungry? The chef can prepare-" A knock on the door interrupts his sentence.

"What." Annoyance fills his tone and I can't help but be amused.

Pinching his side I warn him to be nice to wherever is on the other side of the door. I still can remember the last time his sisters were on the other side. It seemed his harsh tone may have hurt Genevieve's feelings. While I would never lie or deny how much his attentiveness meant to me, I never want him to ignore his siblings just to be with me. I adore his relationships with his siblings. It's not something everyone is able to have with their family. Me included. If we were going to be serious at some point I would hope to have a good relationship with them. That's a really big if.

"It's Angelo, can I come in?"

"No. We're indecent." Lies. We are both fully covered under the comforters.

"He's joking, come in." I yell to the door for Angelo to hear. The glare coming from Fabian doesn't deter me one single bit.

"Lennox." A low growl comes from his lips.

"What? I've been dying to see blonde hair and those seafoam eyes."

"Angelo I'll be out in a few minutes just wait for me."

"Whatever." His footsteps retreat from the door.

"You're going to get it." Fabian tickles me until he pulls me from the bed.

Goofily we fall into the bathroom. We brush our teeth, I unwrap my hair, Fabian shapes up his beard. The sight is perfectly domestic. I hardly believe it's me I'm looking at in the mirror.

"Like I was asking before, are you hungry? We can have breakfast together." Not happening there is business for him to handle and I wouldn't distract him from it.

"How about I go have breakfast while you meet with your brother." I smooth out the shirt he put on after we left the bathroom. We both threw on some lounge clothes. My assumptions about me staying here longer than I thought were starting to become reality.

"Fine. Afterwards, I'll show you around the library." He leaves out the part where we'll have our truthful sister circle moment but I read in between the lines. No more running, hiding, or dancing around the topic. Today would be the day of admittance not just for myself but him too.

Yesterday I saw all of those men with defense weapons around his estate. Like they were under his orders and protecting him. From what I have no idea but I needed to know. Each man regarded him with respect and reverence. When they looked at me with the same regard. I had an inkling as to why but I don't want to assume. It's too dangerous to do so. I planned to grill him about it yesterday along with other things like him stalking me at the hospital and holding me against my will.