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“That’s right.” He grinned, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me into his half-naked body. I immediately melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I grinned. “I missed you all day, carina.”
“You did, did you?” I played coy, turning my head away at the last moment to dodge his kiss. His lips landed on my neck and he wasted no time, suckling a little mark there. “You know everybody’s going to see that in the morning, don’t you?”
“And?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow and biting down deeper.
I moaned, tilting my head so he could have more access. His hands ran down my waist and further and suddenly, all thoughts of tomorrow were gone from my head.
“You’re just trying to distract me, aren’t you?” I gasped as he finally grabbed my chin and kissed me, hard and deep like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. I was just as fierce, meeting his every dominating movement with my own.
My body was on fire and Gio pulled back slightly, giving me a wicked grin. “And what if I am?”
“Then you better distract me all night long,” I smirked, jumping into his arms.
He easily caught me, holding me up as I pressed my mouth against his, taking my sweet time.
And all we cared about was this moment.
*Olivia*
I tapped my fingers against the dining table and stared at Elio, gumming on a piece of plain toast in his high chair. The dinner was tonight, and I knew Sal wouldn’t answer a call before nine, but I itched to call him anyway. Maria—and the rest of the kitchen—hadn’t been able to get me a start time until this morning.
Dahlia swept into the dining room with a backpack on. I shot up in a panic—I needed her today—before remembering she had an hour-long group project meeting.
I dropped back into my seat with a sigh. “Do you think I’m silly for worrying this much? He’s been to the house before, it just feels… different.”
Dahlia grabbed a piece of un-Elio’d toast off a plate in the middle of the table and took a bite.
“I don’t think you’re silly,” she said through a full mouth. I grimaced, and she swallowed before continuing. “It’s like bringing a boyfriend home to meet your parents, except you’re bringing a parent home to meet your husband. It’s stressful, but I also think it’s probably gonna be fine.”
I rested my head in my hands. “Really? You don’t think he and Gio are gonna kill each other?”
“I mean–” she said.
I shot her a frantic look, and she shook her head with a laugh.
“No, of course not. This is better than a regular meet-the-parents because everybody really just wants to make you happy.” Dahlia stuffed the rest of the toast in her mouth, kissed Elio on the head, and strode to the door. “All you have to do is show up, and nothing can go wrong.”
“Buh-buh, Dally!” Elio shrieked.
She waved at him, and I waved back, hoping against hope she was right.
Before I could convince Elio to finish his juice, the alarm on my phone telling me I could finally call went off. I scooped it up, sippy cup in the other hand, and navigated to my favorite numbers.
I’d been calling Sal often enough that my phone suggested it a few days ago, and I hit ‘yes’ before I could overthink it.
His phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hey, Livi.” His voice sounded groggy like he’d just woke up. I bit my lip and hoped he wouldn’t be mad I called this early. “Got a start time for your old man?”
“Seven,” I blurted. “Um, dinner at half past, but we wanted to leave a little time for drinks and showing up before the meal proper.”
“Gotcha.”
I thought I might have heard the sound of a pencil on paper over the line like he was taking notes. Something in my chest glowed. However everybody else felt about this dinner, it was important to him, too.
“You still remember where we live, right?” I asked anxiously as Elio grabbed for the hostage sippy cup. I handed it over gladly.
He chuckled. “Couldn’t forget it if I tried. I thought your Gio might’ve taken me out right in that garage if you didn’t get to me first.”
I laughed, remembering my towering fury that first day. It was hard to imagine being that angry with him now.
“Alright, I gotta go polish up so I blend in with your house. It takes a minute for someone like me.” He laughed again. “Can’t wait to see you. Been too long already.”
I bit my lip and nodded, half glad he couldn’t see me. “Tonight! Seven!”
We said our goodbyes and hung up. I took a deep breath and looked at my son, smeared in the remains of breakfast. I just had to pass the next ten hours without losing my mind.
No problem.
***
By the time six o’clock rolled around, I felt perfectly insane. I’d bathed Elio, picked out three different outfits for him in case of spillage, chosen my own outfit twice, scrubbed the dining room and the foyer, poked my head in to check on Gio playing with Elio so often he told me I was going to wake him up from a nap if I did it again, and accidentally bleach-stained my favorite tablecloth.
Maria even chased me out of the kitchen a couple of times. I was standing back in the dining room, gnawing on a thumbnail and wondering if I should ask someone to get the special-event chairs out of storage when Dahlia found me.
“Olive,” she said.
I kept staring at the table. The special-event chairs matched my second-choice tablecloth better, but were they too fancy?
“Olive!” She grabbed me by the shoulders, and I looked at her suddenly.
“What?” I snapped.
She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Thinking too much.”
“More like worrying too much.” She shook her head. “What did I tell you about just showing up?”
The morning had faded from my mind. I shrugged.
She sighed. “Alright. Just go get ready. Everything’s gonna be alright.”
“But the chairs—”
She pushed me out of the dining room and toward my bedroom.
“Fine, fine!” I put up my hands. “But if he says something about the chairs, that’s on you.”
She shook her head indulgently and waved me away.
I crept into the bedroom. Gio had said something yesterday about putting Elio down for an hour before Sal showed up so he’d be awake during dinner, and I didn’t want to wake him. The lights were off in the nursery, and the sitting room was covered in abandoned toys, so I snuck to the bedroom.
Inside, I found Gio on his back in bed with his eyes closed and Elio asleep on his chest. For the first time since I woke up, peace stole over my heart. My boys, safe and sound together.
