Vincenzo's Lover

Thirty Three

I stood, following him out of the living room and into our room. I folded my arms, standing away from him. He was facing the door but then turned and locked eyes with me.

No. . no, Mia, hold it in. .

I blinked back my tears, trying my hardest not to cry. I wasn't even sure why I needed to cry. I just saw his face and felt hurt.

"Mia, I'm sorry."

"You're always sorry, Vince," I tearfully told him, sniffing. My face crumpled and before I could blink, a few tears spilled out of my eyes. I wiped them quickly, not wanting to ruin my makeup or cry in front of him.

He walked over and I couldn't help but tense up a little. "I know," he softly said, handing me a tissue and I used it to dab my eyes. "I'm a dïck. I keep on hurting you and I'm sorry. But I'm trying to fix myself." I stared at him in confusion as he gestured for me to take a seat beside him on the sofa.

"Lately, I've been going to those anger management classes. ."

I looked at him in surprise as he continued, "I realise that what I said to you - about the whole baby thing was out of order and I should of never of tried to decide or plan what was going to happen in our future children's lives. .well, that's if you want to have children - I mean if you don't want to-" he babbled but I interrupted him by taking his hand and looking deeply into his eyes.

"I want to have children with you," I told him truthfully. "But if that's ever going to ever happen, you need to get yourself together. Stop controlling me so much," I said, softly. "Sometimes," I started, with a small chuckle. "I love your possessiveness but sometimes it goes to far. I love you and one day, I hope to have kids but it has to be at the right time."

He nodded, glancing down at our hands. "I'm sorry." I nodded, leaning over and resting my head on his shoulder. "Stop screwing up, Vince," I murmured, "just love me and we'll be fine."

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"So, you want more kids?" I asked as my fingers walked on his chest. He exhaled. "Yeah, maybe five more."
"Five?" I practically exclaimed as he chuckled, "Nah, maybe ten."

I shook my head, "you'll break me."
"What do you mean by 'more' anyway?" Vincenzo asked as I sat up and faced him. "Me and you don't have any kids." I gasped, slightly annoyed. "Yes, we do. April?"

He gave me a weird yet coy look. "So you're her mother now?" I nodded, feeling warm. "It's what Bianca wanted. .and I thought you wanted that too."

"I do, I do," he said as I rested my head on his chest again. I sighed, feeling a little tired. The party had ended at eleven and it was midnight when me and Vincenzo finally got to bed. He was wide awake and wouldn't let me sleep. He even turned the television on and wouldn't stop kissing me. I loved it though.

"It's what I want too," I murmured, holding in a yawn. "When do you think we should have a child?" My eyes widened and I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know!" He was being serious, I could tell but it was coming from nowhere. I didn't have an answer for that.

"I don't know. ." I repeated, shrugging a little. "When the times right. .hopefully soon."

"Soon?" Vincenzo asked, his hand sliding down to my butt and squeezing it causing me to smile. "Yeah," I said, blushing a little. "I want to be a young mother."

"I didn't think you'd want to have kids with me - well, anymore anyway." I shrugged a little, "why because you're a murderer?" I gasped more to myself and sat up to face him. "Sorry, that came out blunt."

Vince smiled a little, "no, it's true and yes, I thought you wouldn't because of that." I shook my head, gazing into his eyes, "I love you." I then pressed my lips against his, kissing him lovingly as he pulled me on top of him.

We made out for a while, his hands roaming my body and his lips intoxicating me.

I then pulled away, pecking his lips one last time before saying goodnight and laying down, about to go to sleep when he pulled my body towards him and slid his hand under my pyjama shirt. I shook my head, a playful smile on my face I moved his hand to my hip. "I thought you wanted a child?"

I chuckled softly, "Not tonight," I whispered with a small wink. He groaned and I chuckled, turning around so my back was on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I pushed my butt backwards a little. "Mia. .don't start something you won't finish. ."

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently as my butt rubbed against his crotch even more. He then unexpectedly moved away, leaning over me and placing my hands over my head, holding my wrists.

He then crashed his lips onto mine causing me to moan. His hand then slipped down my loose trousers and down my panties. I moaned as his finger slid up and down between my folds.

He then unexpectedly moved his hand away, leaving me to feel cold as he pulled away. My eyebrows furrowed, "wh-what are you doing?" He smirked, pecking my lips before laying down and closing his eyes.

I scoffed, shaking my head at his prank. "You're on."

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Jheez, sometimes I feel as though their relationship goes two steps forward and five steps back. Backwards and forewards all the time! Vincenzo stop screwing up!!!

This chapter was hard to write as it kind of dragged on a bit but there's a reason for that - don't doubt it!

I do promise that the next chapter will be more . . interesting and shocking . .

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