Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 26 -

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Here's the twenty-sixth installation of Italian Coffee House.

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Thank you so much for reading Italian Coffee House and for all your support and for putting up with my Bipolar updates.

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- Ang

Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 26

*Dari*

As soon as Tionnè had found a day to herself she opted to take me out to celebrate the good news. If ever I forgot, it wouldn't be long before she reminded me why I love her. We'd been through a lot together and she's always been that shoulder to lean on ever since we met. Her support meant the world to me and to know that she had my back enabled me to take life-changing risks. Like marrying Niccolò, even if I wasn't really given a choice in the matter, and now I'm glad I did. Who knew I'd fall in love with him? 

She wouldn't allow me to do something stupid that might hinder me in the long run. All these things and more, the reason why our paths aligned two give us an enchanting friendship. The sweetest best-friendship I'd ever known. I couldn't be more grateful that we'd met because she was the start of a brighter life for me, the reason I believed that things would get better and she always told me so.

I didn't know where she was taking me so I decided to wear something casual-formal. A simple black knee-length dress, from my old wardrobe, paired with a nice mint-green pair of hoop earrings and matching sandals. For lack of better choice, I decided to put my hair in a simple bun considering it was my most time conservative option. 

Just then I realized that I'd taught myself to do a lot of things that I should've learnt from my mother. After all, my mother wasn't there to coach me about the more feminine things in life. Whatever happened I still hadn't forgiven her for what she'd done to Papa. For me to even consider leaving my family behind, there would have to be something dire. Something I couldn't control. If she was anything like Niccolò's mother, that left much to be desired. Even now it would break my heart, if not, kill me to leave Niccolò which made me wonder if she'd ever loved my Papa to begin with. 

You are not your mother, you couldn't even if you tried. Your heart is too big. You will be a better mother, a better wife. You have to be for this beautiful infant growing inside you and for Nicky.

Papa tried to do his best by me but after the accident, the tables had been reversed. It was time for a twelve-year-old to take care of her papa. Half the time, he didn't even know that I existed and though it hurts me, I've had to come to grips with it. It must hurt him more than he lets on. What's worst, when we were on our own, I'd caught him several times staring at a photo of my mother. One he'd kept in his wallet after all these years. 

I knew that he still missed her and very much so. I couldn't understand why after everything that has happened but now I understood. I would miss my husband. If two people shared their lives long enough, they are bound to each other like a vital organ.