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This can never get out!
Just as I have this thought, shooting pain comes from my chest.
What the hell?
I look down to see the injured baby swan has latched onto my right nipple. It’s not letting go. For something so small it has an incredible bite.
I stop.
“Ella,” I hiss. When she looks back, her eyes go wide. “Get the fucking thing off me!”
But instead of helping, she bends over with laughter. I try pulling it away, but its grip is tight, and I can’t get a finger into its bill.
Fuck, this really hurts!
By now the parent swans are upon us again, and I begin my jog again with a panic-stricken baby bird attached to my nipple.
Ella is still laughing her head off, unable to move, but that quickly changes when one of the swans lunges at her. Yelping, she takes off again.
The house finally comes into view and with all the commotion we’re causing, Santino and two other guards storm out. Their eyes widen comically when they see us.
There’s more disbelief than anything else.
Marcello pulls out his weapon, ready to shoot the angry beasts, but Ella yells at him. “Don’t you dare. What is it with you guys?!”
Stopping in her tracks, she puts out her arms, trying to shield the swans.
“Put away the guns!” she screams and then promptly gets her bottom pinched.
We’ve reached the group of men, and now we’re all running…like pussy-whipped idiots, looking constantly over our shoulders.
This is absolutely ridiculous!
I will never live this down if Mateo hears about this.
We finally reach the door, and Marcello is quick to shut it behind us. The baby bird is still latched onto me, but the pain has dulled. Actually, my nipple has gone completely numb. Will this cause lasting damage?
“Now get this fucking thing off me,” I bellow.
Ella turns to Marcello and tells him to call a vet. Then she turns to me, keen to extract every last ounce of enjoyment from my predicament.
She bites her lip so as to not laugh again. “Its foot has come out of the wrapping,” she says as she approaches the bird. “Wow, those toe things really are joined together, heh.”
“Don’t let it touch me!” I bark.
She takes the weight of the bundle and gently strokes its neck.
And with that, the bird lets go of my nipple.
“Not a word to anyone.” I level my crew, who try almost successfully to keep a straight face.
Their silence is guaranteed given they ran away from the birds, too. But I can see the sparkle in their eyes.
Undoubtedly, they wonder what this girl has turned me into. And mostly, I don’t care.
It’s late, and, after all the excitement of the injured swan, Ella has already drifted off to sleep. I gaze at my angel as she sleeps, thankful to have such a perfect and beautiful creature in my life. To have found my One. Just like Papà said I would.
Though as I drift off myself, I’m haunted by a feeling that has bugged me for the past few days. An uneasy feeling that I’m not the only guy who feels this way about Ella.
