𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 | 18+

Bonus I

Three months later

I've another appointment with the doctor today. The baby is developing well, nonetheless of course I'm under constant control by Lorenzo, maybe even too frequently. I'm seventeen weeks pregnant and today we'll find out the gender of the baby.

I glance at my watch and see we have another hour before we have to go. I go into the bathroom for a quick shower. However I decided to wrap my hair in a towel, they look decent and I don't feel like washing them.

I've gotten lazyish lately, I still feel like taking naps. Lorenzo started to freak out about it. He believed that something must be erroneous. I tried to explain to him that it was a common condition in pregnant women, nonetheless he wouldn't listen.

It wasn't until the doctor confirmed my words that he calmed down a little. Exactly a doctor, he's a man. Enzo wasn't cheerful, although the fact that Dr.Berlusconi was in his late fifties. Besides he was talking all the time about his wife going through pregnancies calmed my envious Italian man.

When he heard that the doctor had five children, he nodded eloquently, as if praising the number of them. Besides, he shouldn't complain about the man doctor.

Shortly after our weeding, Lorenzo rented a room at a private clinic where I'll give birth. I offered to give birth in hospital, like most women, nevertheless he refused. He's still frightened for my safety, and now he has a little baby. Well, soon we'll find out if it will be a little principessa or little principe. If I could choose for myself, I wouldn't be able to do it.

If it's a boy, he'll most likely follow his father's footsteps and lead a treacherous life. It frighten me tremendously, and somewhere quietly I hope he'd take a different path after all. What if it's a girl? Lorenzo will go insane, he won't let her go out of the house.

History may repeat itself and it may catch the eye of some gangster. I think about it a lot, and although I don't regret who my husband is, I don't know if I want such a life for my child. Enzo will definitely do anything to keep our kids safe, nonetheless you can't predict everything.

For example we didn't expect Giovanni, and because of him we experienced real moments of horror. After taking a bath, I wrap myself in a gown and decide to improve myself a little with a delicate makeup, some mascara and lip gloss. 

Enzo walks into the bathroom wearing nothing, but underpants while I paint my lips. Every time I see his nakedness, something is happening to me. I didn't think that after such a time I'd still react to him like that. After all, I've this view in front of me every day. My drooling drools as I glance at his muscled chest, which is begging itself to touch it, kiss it.

"You have a dirty thoughts!"He yells happily and points his finger at me like a small child.

"Not true." I lie, bitting my lips.

"Liar." He bites off happily and comes closer to stand right behind me.

He rests gently against my back, his hands on my slightly rounded belly, and rests his face against my neck. I'm delighted to watch him in the mirror as he begins to massage me. I put my lip gloss down and turn to face him. He's still holding me in his arms and placing a kiss on my nose. We don't say anything for a moment, just sway gentle.

"We have to go soon." I say quietly.

"I'll take a quick shower in a moment." He whispers.

"So, let me go." I say with a smile.

"I'll never let you go, amore." He declared, lifting my chin.

"Yeah, I already know that. And you know what?" I questioned, and he plastered a grin on his face.