Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 24

*Dari*

He gazed down at me through his strikingly pale blue eyes near melting my insides with the intensity of his smoldering gaze. His strong arms held me so close to him, almost as though he was afraid I would fall apart if he released me. His solid form was pressed against mine and even through the fabric of his navy Armani tux and my simple gown, I felt the contours of his torso because it had been forever burnt into my memory. A breathtaking smile warped his features, his skin wrinkling slightly at the outer corner of the eyes. I was transfixed by his smile ever since that first day when we'd been to the market. When I'd been fortunate enough to earn one. They were so rare ... his smiles which made me appreciate them more every time I caught one. His weren't anything less than contagious nonetheless, coaxing one of my own as I reveled in our moment.

"What are you thinking about?" Niccolò asked, pressing his soft lips to my ear despite the wandering eyes that seemed to follow our every move.

"How happy I am to be here with you," His smiled broadened in response, and I couldn't help thinking it was well worth the wait as my heart skipped a beat.

In truth, I'd been thinking about a lot of things though my confession was by no means a lie. I was happy to be here with him, to experience this together for the first time. However, I couldn't help but think about papa's steady recovery due to the care Niccolò had promised he'd receive. About how nice it was to have Krysta indulged him in a game of chess before we'd left. It really warmed my heart that there was yet another to look out for my papa. I was able to relax in my husbands able to relax and really enjoy the evening out with him.

The banquet wasn't at all what I'd expected it to be. I'd met lot of prominent people, that is before Niccolò lead me through the dancing couples and found us a spot. They weren't exactly friendly but polite, though most of their facial expressions seemed perplexed as to my presence. All in all, the event wasn't peachy but neither was it half bad or as nerve wracking as I'd initially thought it would be. Maybe because I wasn't there alone. Maybe because as long as we were together my world seemed alright. Either way, I reveled being in his arms like this, swaying to the melody that filled the room. The heat of his pulverizing gaze seared throughout me body, bringing me out of my reverie. He held my hand, sending me in twirl before pulling me back into his arms.

My gosh he smelt heavenly. I could stay like this, in his arms all the day long, and be content. Just looking at him, here and now in this moment, I wanted nothing more than to tell him. I'd told Tionnè of my most embarrassing encounter yet, that day I threw up on Niccolò's shoe. How he'd been frantic with worry and feverish he'd been at the thought of losing me. He'd even gone so far as to suggest that I saw a doctor, but I'd refused. At the revelation, my best friend had quite possibly become the biggest pain in the butt by then, giving me all kinds of weird tests to take. I'd done them all if only to soothe her woes. However, when they all came back positive I was scared shitless. That was before she told me what it meant. That she was going to be an aunty, that I was carrying Niccolò's child.