The Maestri Amour (Wattys 2015) - ON HIATUS

TMA || 24

ONE: There is some kinkery in this chappie, but it's not that bad.

TWO: The translations are in bold since I'm apparently annoying for putting them at the end.

THREE: I use the Microsoft Translator. I am not Italian, and neither can I speak the language. Forgive me if I am wrong in the translations.

FOUR: We are currently ranked at #5 in General Fiction!!!

FIVE: The picture is of me, since some of you are curious as to what I look like (I am obviously not a smurffette).

I love you guys!!!

READ ON!!! (^^,)

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I hate drugs.

I've always hated them, and the fact that Gabi took them, makes you realize just how stupid I was with the woman. I had an even greater hatred for them when they became one of the reasons behind my twin's death.

And now, I had yet another reason to hate them.

The word awkward doesn't even begin to describe what was currently being felt in the house. We'd just come back from seeing the girls off to the Caribbean, something that they apparently don't mind, and now I was faced with people who didn't want to talk to me, or each other.

I'd apparently spilled enough secrets in my intoxicated state to cause this tension.

"Alright, I've had it. I cannot take this anymore," I commented as we all sat in the lounge. I had a sling around my arm.

"You're the one who caused this," my wife mumbled.

"I didn't even mean to. I was high for fucks sake! How is that my fault?" I asked, receiving a glare from her.

Probably for the use of my language.

"Ambrosi, it may have not been your fault, but the secrets you spilled are enough to have us all questioning each other without doing it out loud. We're sorry if we're not keen on entertaining you right now," Marcia told me.

"So what? You're all going to be pissy until how long?" I scoffed.

"How long have you known?" my wife asked me.

I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Since the day before I left. Katherine came to see a few hours after I'd sent you home. I know that you're angry at me for not telling you sooner, and I wish I could make up an excuse as to why I didn't tell you earlier, but I'd just be making up lies. I didn't tell you because I honestly forgot with everything else that was going on," I admitted.

If there's one thing I know about Aretha, it is that no matter how angry at you she is, she would still prefer that you tell her the truth, no matter how painful the truth may be for her to hear. Lying to her would only make situations worse.

"We're not even going to address any of the other secrets you spilled. Any peace that has to be made, can be made between the parties it pertains to. Right now, I'm more concerned about why you had to leave my best friend alone with no word for so long," Rhonda said.

I was dreading this part.

Being away from my wife and children was the worst thing, but I couldn't risk them getting hurt. I'd rather be shot on every part of my body before I let any harm come to them. I knew my wife would be angry, but I can't say I wasn't angry too, especially when I found out that this could potentially be her fault and not mine.