You looked so beautiful this morning, and I hated to leave you, but I had many meetings that I could not forego. Trust me,I rather be buried between your sexy legs, eating my favorite meal while you scream out my name.
I sent Lorenzo this morning to your favorite coffee shop for not one coffee but two since I kept you up most of the night.
I blush and can feel my face redden.
I’m not sure what time I will be back because there are some things I’m needed for, so please, do not wait up for me. I hope to see you sleeping naked when I come to bed
I bite my bottom lip as I can hear his demanding voice through the small piece of paper.
Love,
Your husband
I read the note a few more times before I open the drawer to slide the paper in there to keep it. I can’t help but think that if I had married Ian, it would be nothing like what it has turned into with Enzo. Enzo told me from the beginning that it would be on my own time when I was ready, and I’m so thankful he did not pressure me. I would be lying if I said the attraction I hasn’t for Enzo has been there since the moment my eyes connected with his dark ones. There was also this sense that my body knew him. Ian there was nothing of the sorts. All I felt was an uneasy feeling that made me sick to my stomach. I’m happy with this outcome, which I never thought I would say.
I make my way downstairs after taking a much-needed shower, and my veins are demanding caffeine and so is my soul. I round the corner of the stairs and turn into the kitchen, whereI see Mrs. Ricci at the stove with Gianna sitting on the counter, swinging her legs. I smile at the sight because in my home growing up, my mother would never be caught dead cooking or letting us kids into the kitchen if she was.
Gianna turns her head, and her whole face lights up. “Oh, hey girl! Good Morning!”
I chuckle. “Good morning, Gianna.” I beam at her walking to the counter by the coffee machine where I see two of my drinks just like Enzo had mentioned.
Gianna uses her spoon to pick out the marshmallows in the bowl of cereal she is eating in her royal blue leggings and an off the shoulder over size t-shirt. Her hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head.
“I see my big brother sent one of his minions out this morning for your coffee,” she says, laughing. “Girl, sometimes you need to take me to this coffee shop because that looks so good.”
I bring the first cup to my lips, letting the bitterness and sugar hit my taste buds before I respond to her. “Of course. This coffee is life changing.” I pick up the other one and hand it to her. “Here, you can have this one. He got me two so I can share.”
I stand beside her, and she takes the cup from me. She takes a sip, and her eyes become wide when she exclaims loudly, making me and Mrs. Ricci jump. “Holy crap, you’re right! This drink is amazing, and I think my new obsession.”
I laugh and take another sip of my drink. I peer at Mrs. Ricci, who is cooking something that smells delicious.
“Perfect timing, I think.” She chuckles as she adds the finishing touches.
My hand fly’s to my stomach a little embarrassed. “Is there anything that I can do to help?”
She places the spoon down, wipes her hands on a towel, and walks over to hug me. Her embrace is so warm, kind, welcoming and there is a sting behind my eyes because I never received thisfrom my own mother. “Thank you, dear.” She pulls back and smiles at me and I do the same back at her. “Another time you can help.” She goes back to what she is cooking. “I hope that you like eggs in purgatory and homemade bread.”
It has been a long time since I have had this dish. I think the last time that I had eggs in purgatory was when we visited my grandparents in Sicily years ago.
“That sounds amazing. It has been years since I had it.” My mouth is watering.
“Mama makes the best! I can’t have it anywhere else because I will only eat hers,” Gianna chimes in.
I smile and decide to grab the plates that are on the counter near Gianna and set the small round table in the kitchen. The need to help is still there, and I want to feel useful in any way that I can. Gianna hops down to help me finish setting the table before Mrs. Ricci brings over the large skillet pan, then the fresh bread and a bowl of fresh fruit.
We all sit down, and Mrs. Ricci reaches out to plate my dish, Gianna’s then herself. I help myself to the fruit and a small amount of bread. I take the bread, dip it in the eggs with the sauce. I make sure to gather everything to have one bite. The moment the flavors hit my taste buds, they dance with excitement. I let out a deep moan roll my eyes rolling the back of my head.
“I take it she likes it, Mama.” Gianna giggles and starts to eat hers.
“I’m glad,” Mrs. Ricci exclaims happily and takes a bit of her dish.
My heart hurts with the pain of missing my siblings with sitting here. My eyes sting from the tears wanting to escape.
I sniff and their heads turn toward me, and I feel so embarrassed. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry that I’m sitting here,after you made this delicious breakfast.” Mrs. Ricci’s hand wraps around mine on the table. Her warm touch settles me.
“There is nothing to be sorry about, sweet girl.” Mrs. Ricci’s voice is soft and soothing
“Mama is right, girl.”
