Chapter 74: You Are Mine And I Am Yours

Chapter 74: You Are Mine And I Am Yours

Abigail

“How did the meeting go?” I asked Luciano as we entered the living room.

He gestured for me to sit on the couch and then went to sit next to me, throwing his arms around my shoulders.

“It was good, we cleared up some small issues. You seemed to enjoy their company?” He said, the words coming out as more of a question. I glanced up at him and then returned my gaze to my lap.

“I did, they seemed nice.” I replied truthfully.

“What were their names, they never said.” He lifted his feet to rest on the table in front of the couch.

“The man with gray hair is Daniel, he is a close family friend and he was my father's best friend. Left hand you can say.” I nodded, encouraging him to continue and he same all the names of the men that were present in the meeting.

“If they were so close to you, why haven't I seen them before?” I asked, meeting his eyes.

“They have their stuff, I have mine. We keep in contact on the phone most of the time.” He struggled.

“Right,” I snuggled closer to his warm body.

“Can we order pizza now?” I asked and he chuckled, the deep vibration from his chest meeting the side of my head.

“Of course, my angle.” He replied.

He stayed with me in the living room while I ate, holding me as close as possible as the television was on.

“Do you have work?” I asked, fishing the last bite of the slice.

“I have to make time for you though, don't I?” He smiled.

“I just don't want to be the cause of your men getting pissed because you are not present.” I said, looking up at him.

“They can take care of themselves, I have the best people in the businesses and I trust them. If there is any problem, they will let Ambrose know.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

I almost fell asleep while leaning on the side of his body. I could still feel this thumb rubbing the skin in my arm, assuring me that he was still here. If there would have been a break-in at this point, people pointing guns at us, I would have still felt safe. As long as he was close to me, I always felt safe and loved.


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Luciano POV

I spent the whole evening with Abigail, I didn't want her to be alone if she wasn't feeling well. We stayed in the living room most of the time and I did my best to make sure she was comfortable. When it got dark outside, signaling that it was time for bed, I carried her up to our room as she was half asleep. I carefully put her down on the bed which caused her to stir and I sat down beside her as she laid on her side. My hands caressed her hair, feeling the silky touch between my fingers.

“Do you want to take a quick bath before bed?” I asked, she nodded and looked up at je with a soft smile.

I leaned down to give her a kiss before walking to the bathroom where I sat on the edge of the tub to start filling it up. When I turned my head towards the opening door, I saw her walk inside the room in only her panties and bra. My eyes drifted across her smooth skin, lingering on her wide hips a few seconds longer. I smiled when she stepped closer to stand between my widened legs, she still looked tired and I hated seeing her like this, so unwell and uncomfortable.

The feeling of her soft skin calmed me as my hands stroked the back of her thighs. As I was sitting down, I had to look up slightly to meet her eyes, her hand nestled in my hair, running her fingers through it over and over while we waited for the water to fill up.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She said softly, her delicate voice was like a melody to my ears.

“That is what I am here for.” I said, earning a tiny blush.

“It is just…” she began, studying my face like a map.

“No one has ever cared that much, guys, I mean.” She mumbled.

“They sound like idiots who were never worthy of your time, I am not going anywhere, you are mine.” I assured her and squeezed her ass.

“And you are mine.” She smiled.

“Always,” I pulled her face close to kiss her lips.

When the tub was filled, I helped her take off the remaining item of clothing and she planted herself into the heated water. I crouched down next to the edge to assist her and she frowned at me.

“You are not coming in?” She asked.

“Do you want me to?” I cocked a brow and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, now get in.”

I took off my clothes and sat down behind her, pulling her closer until she was leaning her back on my chest.

“Is this better?” I whispered into her ear.

“Ummm,” she hummed as my fingers traced the curves of her body.

When we were clean and dry, I helped her put a towel around her body and then secure one around my waist. We stood by the huge sink, ready to brush our teeth and she tiptoed to place a soft kiss on my cheek. I raised my gaze to look at her in the mirror. She leaned her chin on my shoulder while looking up at me with a smile. Her way of showing affection has always been physical touch but she seemed to have an even greater need for attention today.

“Is someone getting a bit overly tired?” I chuckled and gave her the toothbrush which was on it.

“I am not tired.” She huffed and began brushing her teeth, facing the mirror.

“Then why are you struggling to keep your eyes open?” I remarked, smirking.

She playfully glared at me through the mirror and I placed a hastened kiss on her back, afraid she might bite back. The mood swings were new but cute.

The night wasn't one of our most peaceful ones, whether I was holding her too tight or too loose. At one point, I gave up and turned to the other side but that was even more incorrect. After being woken up for the seventh time to be lectured on how to sleep, I was close to kicking her off the bed. However, I think I got the answer to her moody behavior when I woke up the next morning. I felt something wet on the bed underneath me and frowned to myself. I sat up and pulled the cover away, revealing a pretty big red stain. I thought she was on birth control?
You don't get your period then, do you? I had no idea, I don't have much experience.

She was still asleep, her chest slowly moving up and down. We both had a rough night but I guessed she was the one in the most discomfort. I quietly stood up from the bed to change into sweatpants, not having the energy to get fully dressed.