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Chapter Thirteen
ARIA
Salvatore and I have been called to New York City to meet with the King and Queen of the Clans; Ion and Mariana Vasile. I’m not privy to attend any clan meetings because I am not the head of the Baptiste clan. That is my father’s right, and when he passes, it will be Marcel’s job. We’ve been here for a day, and oddly enough, he’s been taking me around to do some wedding errands, like to the floral shop and even a bakery. I asked him if we were going to have it flown into Seattle, and he just looked at me and shrugged. I should know better. It hasn’t been that long since I signed the contract to marry him, but I have learned quite a bit about him in the process, and everything I have learned...I like.
A couple hours ago I started to get nauseous yet again. It’s becoming more and more difficult to hide. There are days where all I want to do is throw up, and I still haven’t been able to find a doctor. Whenever I call someone and they take my name, I get a call within the day saying that they’re unable to schedule me. I don’t even know how it’s possible, but I feel as if they’re finding out I’m associated with the mob, or maybe I’m blacklisted. Who the hell knows?
I’m in the hotel room, sitting on the couch when my phone rings. “Hello?” I answer,
“Miss. Funar, this is Doctor Asche. I’m calling to tell you that I am unable to conduct your procedure unless I have explicit instructions from your father that he has authorized it.” I had reached out to Mariana Vasile yesterday to see if she had a doctor in town that she could recommend. She gave me Dr. Asche’s contact information, and I reached out to him earlier this morning while Salvatore was in the shower.
“This is asinine. There has to be something you can do!” I’m at a loss here. I can’t keep dealing with this problem any longer,” I yell into my phone, tears threatening to come out.
“What problem?” I hear Sal’s voice boom from behind me, causing me to jump in my seat. I immediately hang up the phone and turn back to face him.
I open my mouth, and the words just don’t come out, so I shut it and stare up at him. He’s giving me that look that tells me he’s disappointed, and I can see he’s worried. God, I hate doing this to him. “I was on the phone with a doctor up here…”
“Alright. What’s the matter? Are you not feeling well?”
“I...no. No, I’m not. I…”
“Spit it out, Aria.” Sal grumbles out at me.
“I’m pregnant. It’s...it’s from when Cheng had me, and I...I’ve been trying to get an abortion, but I keep walking into a dead end and everyone keeps telling me that I need my father’s permission since I’m unmarried, and I just need it to go away. I can’t...I can’t have this thing, Sal. Please. Help me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” His question startles me, and I’m a bit shocked that he even asked it in the first place.
“I thought that you’d just treat me the way that - “
“Don’t you dare say your father. If you’re thinking it, don’t you dare say it,” he snaps. “I will never and would never treat you the way that baboon did, Aria. Don’t you see how precious you are to me?”
I’m taken aback. Unsure on how to respond.
“We’ll get you sorted with a doctor. I will never deny you the right to make decisions for your body, especially when they violated it. Just don’t think that I’d ever allow this when it’s my child in your stomach. We’re getting married in three weeks, the doctor will take my permission one way or another, and this will all be over with,” Salvatore says, grabbing my phone and redialing the number that I was just speaking to. He takes my phone over into the corner of the room, and all I hear are soft mumbles and see his face nodding. He approaches me and hands me the phone. “Your appointment is first thing in the morning.” Salvatore leans down and brushes his lips softly against my own. “Aria, you need to understand that I will do anything for you. Anything, mio dolce.”
I smile against his lips, hearing him call me his sweet in Italian. It sounds decadent coming from those lips of his. “Thank you,” I murmur, running my thumb over his jaw.
“No need to thank me. Now, let’s go eat some cake. We can get more wedding planning done while we’re here.” He pulls back from me and heads towards the door. Well, I guess we’re on our way out.
