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Donya rubs my back.“Come on, a few more minutes and then we’ll head home.You know he needs his rest and the anesthesia makes him drowsy too.You heard the doctor; he needs sleep and they will keep a close eye on him.”
Ugh.I feel like everyone is against me.But again, I know they’re right.I would like a shower, even if I have to cover up the stitches in my shoulder.
“Fine, fine.”I shoot Clemente a half-hearted glare.“But you better sleep and be awake when I get back.”
The corner of his mouth twitches.“I wouldn’t dream of defying you.”
I take my time to brand his face into my brain as if to make sure I remember him for the time I’ll be away.Strange how feelings magnify and settle at rapid speed between us.And he might be recovering and still staying at the hospital, but there’s a smile on my face and in my heart, knowing we have each other and a future to look forward to.
There will still be other issues popping up from time to time, it’s inevitable when you’re married to the head of the Famiglia.Though, knowing we survived what we did in the mere few weeks we’ve been together gives me the knowledge and realization we will have the strength and solid trust between us to face anything life might throw at us.
Arturo and Donya take me home and both of them stay with me.I take my time to entertain Rocco and get all the cuddles in return when he’s pooped out from chasing the ball around in the yard.With Rocco curled up against me on the couch it doesn’t take much to knock me out, allowing me a few hours of sleep, knowing when I wake up I get to see my husband again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Keep it in your pants or go home
— CLEMENTE —
“Can’t we say I’m stillrecovering, and that’s the reason why we’re going home?”I grumble and loosen my tie.
Rina shakes her head, grabs the tie, and starts to slide it back into place.
“It’s been four weeks, you have a clean bill of health, no excuses.The underboss just got married and you’re the best man.We can’t simply skip the reception.There, all ready and looking smooth.”She gives me a wink and quickly dashes away.
She’d better dash away.Like she said, it’s been four weeks.Four weeks since I got out of the hospital and even longer since I’ve buried myself deep inside her.There’s always some excuse she gives me and the last one has been “As soon as the doctor gives you a clean bill of health.”And that right there is what happened today; the whole clean bill of health thing.
She didn’t say the exact words but she didn’t have to.I know she was worried about my heart.But there’s no need, I’m healthy as a horse.There’s nothing wrong with me, my wounds have healed, and the doctors repeatedly told both of us it was the whole situation causing my body to basically shut down and restart, so to say.
Rina worries too much.It’s the same with the dog, who in fact is a big drama queen, king, whatever.If he so much as has a single hair on his body aiming the wrong way, he wails like a little baby.Not to mention, it’s a hairless dog, hence the whole drama king statement.She pampers the little dude and he loves it; drama king it is, but who fucking cares.
And I’m by no means a dog specialist, but when you have a lot of time on your hands and can’t do much due to injuries, one can spend time with animals.Furry or not furry, so it seems.Meaning Rina and I volunteered more of our time at Winnie’s Place Animal Shelter.Rina’s suggestion and this is where I learned other dogs are less...fussy.
“We won’t stay long.We can’t leave Rocco all by himself for hours on end.”Her eyes widen a bit when I tell her this—grabbing this moment to use his name—and I know we have a solid reason to leave and get home early.
I step closer and brush my knuckles against her nipples, making them harden against the silk fabric of her dress.I don’t care we’re standing in the parking lot, about to go into the building where the happily married couple—along with all the guests—disappeared into.
