Chapter 200: He Is Similar To Me
Chapter 200: He Is Similar To Me
Camilla
"I think jet lag is still catching up to me." Gregorio said, moving his book into his left hand so he could hold me better with his other hand.
"Adriano went to Susan's for coffee but he should be back in twenty minutes or so if you are hungry."
Yes, I was hungry but I didn't mind waiting a little either. Being cuddled first thing in the morning is something I am never going to pass up.
"Okay," I mumbled as I let one of my hands rest against his stomach, my head against his shoulder.
"You can keep reading, I am just going to try and wake up."
Even as I said that, I could feel myself slipping away again just from the warmth of his comfort. When my eyes closed and He reached over to our side, I sighed when a fleece blanket was placed over our legs, making sure to tuck it in around my feet so I wasn't cold. Gosh, I love this man.
"Okay, Camilla." He said and while I can't see his face, I have a big feeling he was probably smiling down at me right now.
It was tempting to open my eyes just to see that but when I heard the shuffle of a page being turned, I knew he had gone back to his book. It felt so good being able to do things like this and whatever tension I thought I felt yesterday dissolve along with my worries. I feel like things have been looking up for us a lot lately and I planned to enjoy every blissful second of it.
I don't think I fell asleep again but I could still faintly hear Domenico talking on the balcony the next time I opened my eyes. The sight of Gregorio finishing the last page in his book appearing right before he closes it entirely.
"Did it have a good ending?" I smiled tiredly, still no signs of Adriano meaning he was probably still gone.. couldn't tell if I wanted him or the coffee more. I guess it doesn't matter when I will soon have both anyways.
"Good but not happy?" He said eventually and I nodded because I got it. It is typically books like those you tend to think about for days if not weeks afterwards.
I wanted to go back to reading when I had the time but I have been so busy as of late, there hasn't been exactly a lot of opportunity to just relax on my own time. I am sure the need for space will come eventually but I am perfectly happy right now having movie nights with Nancy and spending time with my boyfriends.
"Fair," I said, shifting myself so that I am sitting up a little more.
"Why don't you put it away and grab new ones for you and me? I don't have to leave for work until evening."
Something that looked a lot like appreciation in his eye flashed at my offer but I was starting to understand the little things just as they had for me. While I struggled with small spaces sometimes, Gregorio had a need for organization in almost everything. It ranged from things as simple as the dishwasher being organized in a specific order to the shoes at the front door having to be in line with the mat. It is subtle but I know he wouldn't be able to just put his book down on the table for a few hours.
"I love you, sweetheart." He said quietly as he tipped my chin up for a kiss, an action I am more than complaint to.
Grinning afterwards, I pull away as I reluctantly side off his lap, keeping the soft blanket wrapped around my body for warmth.
"I love you too." I tilted my head, fully taking in his attire and biting my lips at how good he looked.
I might have been liking it a little too much as a low chuckle leaves his body, the kind that makes it hard not to press my legs together.
"Sit, I will be back in not more than a few minutes." He taps his index finger against the cover of his book as though it irritated him that he had to put it away. I supposed my staring probably didn't help that much.
"I got to sit in your special chair?" I teased with a contained giggle because in all of the time I have been here, he is the only one I have ever seen occupy it. Like I said, apart from his room, this place was where he liked to relax.
"There is nowhere in the house that isn't free for you, sweetheart." He said, only making the first move to walk away when he sees I have sat down and gotten all cozied you in his spot. Even then, his steps were backwards so he could continue to look at me.
"Noted, sir." I threw back with no other motivation than to get him to hurry, my laugh echoing when I heard him murmur the word insatiable under his breath.
It clearly worked when he tore his eyes away from me at last, heading towards the elevator at a much quicker pace than what he would usually walk. It felt good to be able to tease him like that, smiling like an idiot because I knew no one else was watching. It was just me now but even in a house this big, I felt anything but alone.
Pulling the blanket just a little higher over my body, I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the time, finding Adriano was taking a lot longer than what Gregorio said he would. I was about to call him just to make sure he was okay when my eyes connected to the wallpaper of my father and I together when I was still a child. My smile turned into a different kind of memory. It was days like these where I wished I could see him, where I would be able to tell him all about my relationship because I know he would still be happy for me despite being with three men instead of one.
In fact, I am sure he prefers it that way since there are more people to protect me even though I don't need it. The last time I really looked at his face was when I found his passport in the village but I ended up giving everything I found to Gregorio because I knew if anyone could help, it would be him. We hadn't really spoken about it since then though, however, I am not exactly sure if he has had a ton of time to look into it yet either. Curiosity brought my eyes from my phone to the partially glass wall of his office and I wondered if it was it that kept him up last night.
I hope not because I told him it wasn't the biggest priority right now. But when u looked at his desk, I couldn't help but notice the dark gray envelope sitting there with the same clasp as the one I had given him. Everything I found was in there but he told me he was sending it away to one of his men for prints. Had there not been any results and he didn't want to disappoint me?
It was a sweet thought but there was one thing I wanted to see again and that was the ultrasound pictures I haven't been able to stop thinking about since I saw it. The date stamped just didn't line up and my curiosity got the best of me as I put my phone down, neatly placing the blanket onto the chair.
Rubbing my eyes as I stood, I took a few steps towards the office door, thinking about the fact that Gregorio just told me there was nowhere I wasn't allowed to go. Anyways, these were my files I had given him but my hesitation was about what I was going to find. Surely he would have said something if he found a clue of importance and I couldn't tell if that realization disappointed me or not. I wanted to see my father again so badly but I knew he was alive. When it comes down to it, that is all that matters to me.
Finding his office door unlocked, I pushed it open with my attention zeroed in on the file. The string clasp of it was already undone and with a steadying breath, I opened up the top to find the contents of my father's belongings in there. The items were of varying shapes, but there was more paper in here than what I remembered was there originally.
With the desk being mostly empty, I used the space to start pulling out pieces. The first stack of paper contained a series of fingerprints to names I didn't recognize, all connected by a single paperclip. Setting it down, I made a note to go back to this when the next thing I found was what I was looking for, only this too now had a clip.
Pulling out the ultrasound picture dated 1994, my mouth parted in a silent gasp because of the photograph attracted to it. The sight caused me to stumble, a man sporting the same ocean blue eyes and blonde hair as me. Both are distinctive features given by my father. The image itself was clearly taken from the internet considering it was bordered by the text of a high school graduate.
His nose was slightly crooked as though it had taken a hit or two throughout the years. But this man was disturbingly similar to me. A different mouth but the same hair, a different nose but the same eyes.
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