The Boss's Heir

Chapter 75

Marco slowly opened his eyes, blinking them rapidly and trying to acclimate them to his surroundings.

He worked desperately to put anything together about what happened and how he ended up here, but all he could recall was feeling like he'd been hit over the head and then waking up here.

The only thing that seemed normal was his wife, Cay, curled up next to him, her chin resting on his shoulder, her face at an upward angle allowing him to look at her.

Her brow was knit together, like she was warring with herself internally.  He didn't like seeing that kind of stress on her face and wondered what she could be carrying this time that would put her through so much angst.

His thoughts were interrupted by a slight kicking in his side and it only took a moment to realize that it was coming from Cay's belly.

Marco moved his hip a little more, despite the excruciating pain he just felt, and waited for another one and when it came, he couldn't help but grin.

Their little princepessa was an early riser it would seem.  She was quiet active this morning.

The door creaked open, causing Marco to move his head too quickly, sending a shooting pain from his eye to his lip.

"F*ck" he groaned, closing his eyes for just a second. 

"How's the pain level this morning?" Dr. Able asked him.  "Tolerable, I guess" Marco replied.

"What happened doc?  I can't remember anything from after I was attacked" Marco said.

About that time, Cay stretched and yawned, finally opening her eyes, she saw that Marco was awake.

He saw the tears well up in her eyes as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Welcome back baby" she said tearfully, propping herself up on her elbow.

He hated seeing her cry, especially if it was over him, but he loved her concern for him and would take that any day of the week.

Marco watched her sit up, stretch again and then stand.  She was wearing a Mickey Mouse sweat shirt and the way her hair was piled up and no makeup, she looked seventeen.

Pressing her hands into the mattress, she leaned in and kissed him, robustly, before reluctantly pulling back.

"I need to let Dre know you are awake so he can inform the men.  You talk with Dr. Able and I'll be back" she said, walking out the door in her sock feet.

"Alright doc, give me the damage report" Marco said. 

"Your eye is swollen shut, so this is a concern.  You have stitches for a laceration on your face and staples for one on your side."  Doc replied.

"When can I get outta here?" Marco asked and the doctor told him that he wanted him fever free for twenty-four hours and then he could leave.

Before he could protest, the door opened and in walked his wife flanked by his most trusted men, Jules and Julian.

He watched Cay stand in the corner, while he was greeted, and everyone was shooting questions at him rapidly.

Catching her gaze again, he moved his head, indicating that she was too far away and took her in as she moved to him.

His people parted, allowing her to walk right up the middle, and he patted the bed, hoping she would join him and she did.

"Daddy, does your face hurt?" Julian asked tenderly, obviously upset at how his father looked.

Marco ran his fingers through his son's hair, loving how soft it felt, and staring back into his own face.  No one could ever deny this kid was his son, he was his flesh and blood and he loved him furiously.

"It kind of does buddy" he replied honestly, "but mommy and Dr. Able are making it feel better, okay?  So don't worry.  I'll be good as new soon."

That answer seemed to satisfy his son and when everyone was done talking, the doctor said that if he wanted to go home any time soon, he needed to rest.

Cay didn't say anything, she just lay there with her head on his shoulder; the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Fiore, look at me" Marco demanded.  She took her time doing do, but when she finally did, he couldn't quite figure out what was going on behind her eyes.

"I have something to show you" she said, completely ignoring him, instead she grabbed her phone from the tray by his bed.

She had pulled up a video and then handed him the phone.  "It was from last night when I was in here with you."

He pushed play and couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Cay had taken a video of her belly and apparently their daughter was very active as he listened to Cay talk to her.

He was overwhelmed by it all, as his eyes watered from it.  He handed the phone back to his wife, then rubbed his hand over his good eye.

"Thank you" he said hoarsely, watching as she put her phone back on the tray and laid down next to him.

He pulled on her hand and placed it on his stomach; keeping his hand on top of hers felt comforting and right now that's what he needed.

"You never answered my question from earlier" he said.

"Nothing's wrong" she whispered.  "I'm just tired is all and I'm ready to take you home.  Not this house, but home" she emphasized.

"That is going to happen and soon" he promised.  "But gattina, I have been with you long enough to know when you are hiding something from me and I feel that you are.

Just promise that you will tell me, when you can?  I don't like the idea of my pregnant wife holding things in and feeling like she has to carry everything alone."

She didn't verbally answer, instead she kissed him, well as much as she could with him having a busted lip.

"I promise" she finally whispered.

He couldn't help but wonder what had happened that was so bad she couldn't talk to him about it.

Marco would find out though.  He always did.