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—Don't be rude and give me a bite.
—No, Brando says no because you finish them and leave us without eating.
—You already ate one on the trip, and two now, give me the one you have left.
-No!
I look at him angrily and he turns his eyes to the wheel so I can continue driving. From one moment to the next I feel upset by this theft of my food and the next second I want to hug him. I take his arm so I can leave his hand on my belly, I reach out to caress his well-tended and formed beard.
—What would be your greatest wish after everything we have done?
I ask him.
"Having our baby in our hands," she confesses, "healthy and growing at our side."
-Anything else?
—My greatest wish is to stay at home, do everything that we did not do as children, that we could not enjoy and do it as happy as possible —he lets out a light chuckle. It sounds absurd, but when I was little I saw that dad's partners got along very well and always played golf, I asked him to take me and teach me, many times I cried and he said no. Even as a teenager I knew that my father went whoring with his friends and even more so when my mother was pregnant with Gin, since Leone and Dom came from another mother.
—I know that, and did he teach you how to play?
—No, he always refused for the same reason, until I learned on my own and it was a sport that I wanted to have in common with my father —he sighs a little affected by the memories that come to his mind—. It doesn't mean that I will force our little one to play golf, but I would like to have something to share with him, maybe show him how to play and then see if he likes it.
—That sounds very good, love.
I caress his earlobe and he turns to look at me with a question on his face.
-And you?
—My greatest wish is to take him to the beach to build castles, have competitions to see who of the three makes the best castle, take pictures and win a small prize for building the best sand castle. That would fill me with a lot of emotion, I always wanted to compete in that, I always wanted to enjoy the sand castles.
—We will do it, we will enjoy everything we want because the two of us have shown each other that we can fulfill each of our desires.
—I want a pregnancy photo session!
He burst out laughing at my sudden request.
—Let's do one when my belly is bigger, I want to have it on the album, please?
—A photo session with your bigger belly, princess?
—Yes, you love her , love, you don't stop kissing my abdomen where your baby grows and it would be nice in a few years to see them again and remember all this, don't you think?
He brings my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles, he nibbles me a couple of times causing tickles.
—It would be a good idea, I won't hesitate to put a big photo of you in my office being pregnant and with this belly—he slides his hand to my belly—huge.
—See, we have to plan it and find our clothes.
—Okay, but your belly is small, princeess, it's early to organize something like that.
—Well, but when it's very big, be prepared because I will take you by the hair if necessary Salvatore Marino from the high mountains...
"Calabrians located in Italy," he narrows his eyes, annoyed by the little joke. When will you call me for what I am?
-What are you?
The car just stops after another, takes my chin to force me to see it and smiles perversely.
