Late night revelations

I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, getting up from bed has gotten really difficult these days, after failing a time or two I finally got up on my feet waddling towards the window. 

I opened the windows, and realized it was sunset already, the evening breeze filling the air. I must have slept for too long after been exhausted from my argument with Vincenzo. 

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I didn't eat anything for lunch. I sighed, I really didn't want to face anyone downstairs. But I had to feed myself and my baby.

I reluctantly walked towards the door only now noticing the bags arranged near the door. My cheeks flamed at the thought of Antonio rummaging through my underwear, I really hoped penny had packed those instead of him. I'll just arrange them into the closet when I get back.

I opened the bedroom door and walked down the stairs grateful that I didn't bump into anyone, I wasn't really in the mood to start a conversation with these people after they practically kidnapped me. 

I walked into the kitchen only to find Matteo the chef already preparing dinner. I didn't mind though seeing as he is my life saver right now. 

He turned towards me and cast me a kind smile, I smiled back at him.

"Ms. Stewart I was about to come get you for dinner, you didn't come down for lunch. You need to eat well so the bambino will be healthy and strong." He explained giving me an accusing look, his voice stern but I could still see the playful glint in his eyes.

"Please call me Lilly, I was too tired after...I-I was exhausted so I decided to sleep for a little bit." I cleared my throat, I didn't really want to talk about my argument with Vincenzo.

Matteo gave me a knowing look. "I know it's not my place to interfere in your matters but I just wanted you to know that Mr Romano did what was best for you. He brought you here for your protection, it can really get messy when there's war going on between two mafias." He explained.

My curiosity rose at his last words, I rose a questioning brow. "War? What do you mea-"

"Dinner is ready, do you want it here or at the dining table?" I rose a brow at his attempt to change the topic but I didn't question it, he was already looking uncomfortable as it is. I'll just ask Vincenzo. Right, like he's going to tell you anything. 

I sighed. "I'll eat it here, I don't want to sit alone in the dining table." He nodded in understanding and started dishing a place of what looked like pasta.

He gave it to me and it smelt like heaven, I felt my mouth water at the sight. I can't wait to dig in. 

Matteo chuckled at my reaction, he seemed to notice my unasked question as he said. "I made creamy sundried tomato fettuccine. It's an Italian food." He spoke with pride.

I took a bite and moaned as it hit my taste buds. "Wow, this is so good Matteo. I've never tasted anything like this."

"Grazie cara." I nodded my head in response, I wasn't too dumb to know it means thank you. 

I continued eating the heavenly made food, not really knowing what to say to continue our conversation. 

I ate the last bite of my food and walked over to the sink to wash the dish. 

"Oh no, Lilly don't stress yourself it's my job. Leave it I will wash them." I shook my head not backing down.

"No it's fine, it's the least I could do to thank you for the food." He shot me a grateful smile.

I washed the dishes and cleaned up. "I'm heading to my room." I said walking out of the kitchen.

I walked towards the staircase. God I really hated climbing stairs for fear of slipping and hurting my baby. I climbed carefully and headed into my room and started unpacking my belongings.

Three hours later and the closet were filled with my clothes and other necessities. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was eight pm already. I wonder if Vincenzo is back fro whatever meeting he went to. 

I didn't really feel like sleeping, I just wanted a tub of ice cream and N*****x. I glanced at the TV mounted in the room. Yeah, great idea!

I changed into a pair of shorts and tank top, I took off my bra because my breasts felt sore and sensitive.

I opened the bedroom door and glanced around the hallway hoping no one was there. I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen which was empty. I opened the fridge and brought out a tub of ice cream. Chocolate chip cookie dough! 

I grabbed a spoon and tiptoed out of the kitchen as I was about to climb the stairs, the sound of the door slamming shut and footsteps walking towards the living room stopped me.

I turned towards the direction of the living and saw Vincenzo in all his beautiful glory. God he looks so hot! Shut up!

We were having a stare down while he glared at the tub of ice cream in my hands disapprovingly, I shrugged my shoulders I didn't really care what he thought, I'm so eating my ice cream. 

I didn't notice the other person standing in the room until he spoke up.

"Vince, are you not going to introduce us?" He asked with a cheeky smile, Vincenzo glared murderously in his direction but he still didn't drop his smile. I like this guy already.

"No. You have to finish the job I gave you, I need to speak to her. I'll meet you in the office tomorrow." Vincenzo said with his deep velvet voice, authority lacing his every word. 

Vince was a head taller than the guy, he had dark brown hair and an equally brown eyes giving him an innocent look. From his accent I could tell he was Italian.

He nodded his head reluctantly, he glanced at me and threw me a cheeky smile mouthing 'talk to you later' before heading towards the door.

Once he was out of sight, I asked. "Who is he?" I opened the tub of ice cream and took a spoon. I moaned in satisfaction.

Vincenzo shot me a dirty look while glaring at my ice cream. He finally replied. "No one of importance. Junk food is not healthy for you, Lillian."

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, I couldn't ignore my cravings now, could I?

"It's not my fault all I crave is junk food." I retorted. 

He sighed looking tired, he must have had a long day. I mean who stays in a meaning for so many hours?

"Come with me." Without waiting for my reply he took my hands as we walked towards an unfamiliar hallway. His touch felt electrifying, our shoulders brushed occasionally as we walked sending pleasant shivers down my body. Couldn't he see the effect he was having on me? I shouldn't be feeling this way after all I went through because of him but I couldn't help it.

"Where are we going?" He didn't respond. "If you're planning to kill me, you had better told me now so I can run." I said without thinking. He paused looking at me like I was crazy before he continued walking.

He opened a door,to what looked like a garden the night breeze immediately sent a cold shiver down my spine. Vincenzo took off his suit jacket placed it on my shoulders immediately warming me up. I muttered a 'thanks' and breathed in the smell of his cologne. 

I sat down on the bench enjoying the night view, he sat down too creating a large space between us much to my disappointment.

We sat in comfortable silence, me eating the rest of my ice cream. We sat for couple of minutes enjoying each other's presence before I decided to speak up.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked while turning to face him. He brought out a bag and handed it to me. I didn't even realise he had been holding a bag.

I hesitantly took it from him our fingers brushing making my breathe stuck in my throat. I calmed my raising heart my palms feeling sweaty and checked inside the bag.

A phone. I brought it out and unwrapped the pack. 

"An iPhone really?" He gave me a blank look. "Oh well, who am I to say no to such a beautiful phone?" I said sarcastically, his lip twitched. Gotcha! 

"It wouldn't hurt to say thank you, you know?" He shot back with a triumphant smile.

"I would have considered saying thank you, if you weren't the one that took my old phone." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Right. I've added your friend and family's phone number. I also added mine on speed dial and some other important numbers in case of emergency." I hummed in response, rubbing my baby bump and smiling as the baby kicked.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Vincenzo watching my every move while fidgeting. He seemed...nervous.

He finally spoke up but his question threw me off guard.

"Can I-Can I feel him? I mean if it will make you uncomfortable then it's fine." He stuttered out. I smiled at his reaction.

I lift up my tank top to the top of my belly, I motioned for him to come closer which he did. I reached for his hand and placed it on my swollen belly. The baby kicked almost immediately probably sensing his father's touch. 

Tears pricked the corner of my eyes, I thought my baby would never know his father. I looked up at Vincenzo who continued feeling up my stomach, with love in his eyes. Love for our child. 

"It's funny how you always wanted a baby but when we finally had one, you were no where to be found." That seemed to snap his attention to me, guilt clouding his eyes.

"I didn't know you were preg-"

"I know you didn't but that doesn't mean you didn't leave. You left me, Vincenzo. Alone and heartbroken. It was even worse when I found out I was pregnant. The thought of our baby never meeting his father shattered me, Vincenzo." I didn't realise I was crying until he wiped the tears from my eyes. 

He cupped my face and stared into my eyes as his expression softened, I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face now. He pulled me to him and I hugged him tightly, I missed the feeling of his body pressed against me. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent.

"I wish things could have been different, Lillian. I wish I didn't have to leave to protect you, but I did. I fucking left you because I had no other choice. I had to-" He cut himself off as my heart stopped for a moment, I pulled away gently. He looked closed off like he regretted the words he just said.

"What do you mean you had to leave for my protection?" I asked, he looked away from me.

"It's late, you need to get to bed." He tried to changed the topic but I wasn't having it.

"Answer me, Vincenzo. I will not allow you brush me off again. I think I deserve to know why you fucking left. You owe me an explanation." He moved to stand up but I grabbed his hand, stopping him. 

"I won't let you walk away from me. You owe me-"

"I do not owe you anything god dammit! You want to know everything! You ask so many questions it's frustrating! Don't you get that I don't want to talk about it?! Stop being so goddamn infuriating!" He shouted harshly removing his hand from my hold and walking out the door.

I stared at his retreating figure looking and feeling dumbfounded. What was it that he was keeping from me that he couldn't even tell me?