Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 11 -

Hey Rom-Cubs,

I love that we get to witness Niccolo and Ada, as he affectionately calls her *wink + giggles*, fall in love. It warms my heart, even if for a while. I hope you beauties enjoyed this chap. And not to worry, there's a lot more where that came from.

Here's the eleventh installation.

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 11

*Dari*

I woke to an eerie silence, and without a second to spare, my eyes shot to the hospital bed to see no one there. My heart sank at the sight. 

The beeping of the monitor that I began to recognize as his heartbeat no longer echoed through the air. At once, I became frantic and trying my best to breathe, even as my heart was breaking all over again. 

Stored-up tears escaped my eyes, trailing down my cheeks to rest at my chin before falling to my arm. No ... no ... he couldn't go ... he couldn't leave me like this ... not when my life was in such a mess.

I roused myself from the visitor's chair, crossing the path of the polished hospital floors to my papa's empty bed, sinking into the soft surface before abruptly curling into a foetal position. I tried desperately to captured what was left of his warmth ... his essence. 

The room was vacant except for me. I couldn't tell where Niccolo had gone but it was apparent that he no longer had a reason to stay. There was no reason to marry Niccolo again if my papa was gone. He didn't love me and neither did I him, but marrying him would've been what was best for my papa. 

I didn't get to say goodbye ... to tell him how much I love him. I tried desperately to bite back the tears that stung my eyes. 

Footfalls reached my ears from out in the hallway and at the sight that I found in the doorway, tears came pouring out as I became inconsolable.

I hid my face behind my hands, not wanting him to see me like this. I heard echoes of his footsteps as he crossed the room, coming to stand beside my papa's bed. He tried to hold my hand but I wouldn't let him. I felt something calloused against my cheek only to realize, his thumb gently grazed a path down my cheek, causing me to shudder involuntarily. At the action, I peeked from behind my hands to see him, staring down at me with a softened gaze.

"What on earth are you doing?" Niccolo asked, catching my gaze even from behind my hands. "We have to leave. Your papa's waiting for us in the ambulance."

"What?" I asked, beyond pissed that my papa would be moved without my knowledge or consent. "What do you mean, he's in the ambulance?"

"I told them to put him there," Niccolo revealed and at once my sights were reduced to narrowing slits. He noticed but remained nonchalant as I pulled myself to face him.

"You ..." I began, stabbing at his solid chest once with my finger only to note he less than budged. "... told the staff to put my papa in an ambulance while I was asleep and without asking me first?! Are yo-"