Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 29

*Dari*

I was given a magnificent view of Niccolo's derriere as I paused to gather my breath. It's not what you think. Dr. Henrique had advised that it was best for the baby and me if I engage in exercise, nothing too extreme or tedious, just enough for circulation, fresh air, to keep me fit and the baby active. The first few weeks after our appointment it became evident how right she was at least in my case. To call me unfit would be understating a bit. Initially, I couldn't go farther that ten minutes without catch my breath. However, Niccolò being a good Samaritan and the father of my unborn child, took it upon himself to help me gradually overcome it.

How could he look so appealing and we were only doing the most basic of actions known to our species? Running. Yet he did it effortlessly and with the grace of a swan while I was hacking, in an attempt to retain my breath, like the last person a coach would allow to play a game. Gosh why was it easier to have a seat on the couch rather than do something proactive to a healthy lifestyle. Striking out had been on my mind the first five minutes of our fitness journey together but the thought of Papa helped me to stay in my lane to keep me in check as well as assurances from Niccolò.

Papa's speedy recovery was such an inspiration that if I was uncertain before there was no doubt in my mind that anything was possible. He had improved so much that Josie allowed him to walk around with the aid of a cane and all in the space of two meager months. If he could achieve that, and in such an impressive time frame, then I was more than capable of going ten minutes without the need to take a break. Wasn't I?

"Come on Bella," Niccolò called from in front of me as I bowed my head heavingy pressing my hands against my knees to give myself an anchor. "I know you can do better."

"Just gimme ... one second," I pleaded holding up my forefinger as my laboring breath return to its normal range. That was easy for him to say, even before I came along I was fairly certain that he did this sort of thing every other day. His endurance was astounding and now it wasn't such a surprise that he wasn't as spent as I was when we were making love. Gosh just how pathetic could I be? Even sexually, I was unfit. Well that wasn't necessarily my fault as it was Nicky's.

I found the strength to look up again noting that my babysitter, Luciano, or bodyguard as Niccolò so formally referred to him stood only a few feet away. Though he scanned the surroundings every thirty seconds, I was certain by the look on his face that he tried his best to stifle a laugh. Finally standing erected, I jogged over to my husband, closing the distance between us to see his icy blue eyes alight with humor at my expense. At the moment, he jogged on the spot and I was ready to walk passed him when he caught my hand.

"Baby, I'm sorry," He cooed, trying to break down my defenses only his charms seemed to build them up again.

"What's that saying? He who laughs last ..." I allowed my words to hang in the air as my meaning dawned on him, wiping that sexy smile completely off his face.

Believe me I was laughing on the inside, almost hysterically, at the thought that I could affect him just as easily as he could affect me. His laughter seemed to fuel my resolve, enabling me to accomplish what I'd set out to do when I woke up this morning. I was able to go ten minutes, pacing myself so that there was no immediate need to pause. Once Niccolò and I were finished with our morning run, Luciano escorted us to the black Jaguar that had on standby as a security measure for the duration of our exercise. Niccolo held the door open for me helping me inside before he sat beside me.