A Good Life
Zorah exhaled at his words and smiled. “How is it you are so poetic?”
“I’m not. I’m not even close to being a poet. What I can tell you, is everything my heart feels, I want to share with you. Zorah, I was not a good man. I made so many mistakes in my life so far. From being angry because I was separated from you, to sleeping with women to slake a lust I shouldn’t have allowed consume me, to the way I treated you when we first were formally introduced, I fucked up on a massive scale. I’m ashamed, Zorah. I feel genuine shame for the way I behaved and the words I spoke to you. I want nothing more than to be a man deserving of the love you offer me. I might not be perfect husband, but I will be the best version of Icaro Lucchesi I can be for you.”
“It’s things like this which make me fall more in love with you,” she admitted staring into his eyes. “You don’t shy away from anything, do you? You leap right in.”
“For you, I would dive headfirst into shark infested waters with a thousand razor cuts on my body. What are a few emotions when I would genuinely give my life for you?”
Lifting herself out of the tub, she dripped water over the edge and shook her head at him. “Take me back to bed, my husband. I’m getting wrinkly and pruned and I want very much to snuggle next to you and hear more of how you love me.”
He wrapped her in a fluffy towel and then carried her back to the bed. Settling her against the headboard and surrounding her with pillows, he put a tray over her lap.
“What is all this?”
“This is the first of many breakfasts we will share together as husband and wife.”
She smiled at the flaky pastries, chunks of cheese and thick cut meat and a bowl of chopped up fruit.
“I had the chef put together a bunch of things I could simply grab this morning while the house was empty.” He frowned, “would you rather I make you some scrambled eggs or pancakes?”
“No. This is perfect.”
“I didn’t want to muck around in the kitchen when I could be here with you.” Leaning over her to plop a strawberry into her mouth he kissed her nose. “We spent too much time apart recently. I have time to make up.”
“We have a lifetime together, Icaro.”
“It won’t be enough,” he shook his head. “It will never be long enough.”
“Then we will have to make sure we spend the time we have together as best we can.”
“This sounds like a wonderful plan.”
“How long will we be here alone? When will Sidonia and Vodingo get back? Your parents?”
“My parents will be back tonight for dinner. Vodingo and Sidonia won’t be back for a bit.”
“What? Why?”
“Vodingo messaged me this morning. It seems her parents got wind she was in Providence and didn’t visit them. They were hounding and calling her all night and then they called the local police here in New York asking them to run a wellness check on Sidonia and accused Vodingo of kidnapping her.”
“No! Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“Because he literally sent me the messages while I was putting your breakfast together. He said she is fine. According to him, being a loving supportive partner while she dealt with crazy parents and the police made her grateful for his overbearing, prickish personality. He is taking her to Providence to confront her parents and to let them know their involvement is not necessary. He is then going to take her away for a week or two, just the two of them. Without any work, family or outside influences, they will spend time getting to know each other. He realizes he hasn’t been a good partner, and he’s offered this time giving her his undivided attention and she accepted his offer. She will call you later.”
“I’m happy to hear this. I know she told me she married him for me, but I want her to have a happy life.”
“She said this?”
“She did. When I was in Tampa with my dad, and we talked on the phone. She was angry with me for not bringing her with us. She said she only went with him so she could be with me. I think he was putting all his stock in the Lucchesi blessing.”
“And his dick.”
“And his dick,” she agreed with a snicker. “So, they will be gone a couple of weeks?”
“Possibly. You and I will be here. We will explore New York. This is where I spent half of my childhood. I can’t wait to show you all the places I love. For example, there is a small Italian restaurant which has been around since my grandparents lived here in New York. They make the best eggplant parmigiana.” He smiled, “then there is a park nearby where I played as a boy. I want to show you the school I went to, our children will definitely not attend the same school. It’s run by nuns and while I’m certain they no longer use wooden rulers to keep their pupils in line, I feel if our children attend it, I’m likely to kill a bunch of religious people.”
She giggled, “imagine.” She finished her breakfast while he regaled her with all the places and people, he wanted to introduce her to in his old stomping grounds and when finally, he pulled her tray away and crawled into the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her, she was sleepy, content and smiling.
“We are going to have a great life, Zorah.”
“I am certain of it.” She snuggled into his embrace and rested her head on his shoulder.
As her eyelids drew heavy and her breathing evened out, Zorah felt true peace for the first time in her entire life. Here, in Icaro’s loving arms, she was finally safe at home.
The End
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