Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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Bellas,

Here's the twenty-eighth installation of Italian Coffee House. I hope you enjoy it.

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Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 28

*Nick*

"Oh dear," Ada sighed, resting her forehead against my arm, even as I held her hand in mine, massaging circles into her hand in an attempt to calm her nerves even further.

"What is it, Bella?" I cued, worry striking me. The slightest things seemed to send me into a frenzy ever since Ada had told me about the baby. I couldn't help it either. I became so excited and so afraid, all in the same breath. At the moment, I wondered if the heaviness of the situation was finally taking its toll on her.

"If I didn't love that woman so much, I'd probably knock her out right now. She's so stubborn. I don't know what could be worse: getting a get-out-of-jail-free-card from the likes of that idiot at the price of a date or denying him altogether." She chuckled dryly. Above all else, I could tell that the entire charade had exhausted her. Her usually bright eyes seemed dreary, lacking that natural glow that drew me in from the very moment they met mine. If that wasn't a sign enough, I didn't know what was. Just as soon as we left the police department, I would take her to the doctor for our appointment if only to put my mind at ease.

"Wait here," I instructed Ada, guiding her towards the lot of chairs against the wall provided for public use.

Once I was certain that she wouldn't protest, I made my way over to the Tionnè and the guy whom I recognized from the banquet. Immediately, I knew I didn't like him and it definitely had something to do with the fact that he'd been flirting with my wife that night. I wasn't ashamed to admit it either.

"Mind giving us a moment?" I asked, sparing a brief glance at the man, who pushed off the desk he'd been casually leaning against mere moments ago.

"Who are you?" He scoffed, starting toward me with his hands in both his pockets.

"I'm the man who'll be credited for rearranging your face if you don't shut the hell up," I said as calmly as a bright and sunny morning. My meaning seemed to register and though it appeared that he wanted to give me an earful, he did the smarter thing and walked off a little way while keeping a keen eye on us.

"Tionnè I know this may be the last thing you want to hear but I think you should agree to this, even if you don't like it." Tionnè studied me with the challenging expression on her face, and I wondered if she remembered that she was, in fact, in handcuffs.

"And why would I give a damn what you think?" One of her eyebrows shot upward and I was almost certain something would break.

"Because my wife is your best friend, and she cares about you. That means I care about you, and there's no doubt in my mind that you care about her. All this is taking its toll on her. She's exhausted and I am fairly certain that she wouldn't leave until this matter is resolved and you are out of those restraints and safely home. I plan to take her to a doctor's appointment just as soon as this matter is taken care of." It was a long shot knowing that my wife's best friend was as stubborn as they come. However, I also knew that she cared deeply for Ada to the point of threatening me that day outside the court house. So my pleas definitely wouldn't fall on deaf ears.