PIETRO GIACOMETTI
Fuck.
Wood carving was hard. Quite difficult in fact, but this was also one of the many times I was quite proud of how quickly I learned stuffs.
Handmade things. Peaches would definitely swoon over a gift I made with my own hands. She could dump the numerous jewellery I got her somewhere and dump every other fancy gift, only wearing or using them when she laid her eyes on them and thought them perfect for the occasion but handmade stuffs? She would fucking cherish it and that was how I found myself at this point…
I had thought of making a painting but to be very honest, I knew I wasn’t too good with that and it was a pretty common thing to do. I didn’t want common, especially when common was that difficult too.
I have hoped wood carving would be slightly easier and faster to get a grab of but it wasn’t so easy, so far. It was tougher than painting but hell, it felt more special than painting so wood carving it was. I had had quite a number of tutors already and constantly got them replaced.
I was getting quite good at it already, though. Soon, very soon, I would probably be able to carve her face out of wood, chiselling out her pretty face perfectly.
“I will take my leave now, boss.” Finn stopped by the door while I continued my walk into my home. No, not just my home anymore. It belonged to both of us. Myself and Peaches.
Shit! I could not suppress that little smile from showing up at the corner of my lips as I made my way into our room. Right. OUR room.
“Peaches,” I called her name before throwing the door to the private room open and walking right in.
She raised her head up from a magazine with a beautiful smile, lighting up her face.
“You are back.” she smiled and walking over to her, I felt like hers. I was hers, truly.
“Yes, I am and I fucking missed you already” I bent and kissed her on the forehead.
A small, soft giggle left her.
“Well, I was too busy to miss you…” She waved the magazine in the air.
“You little liar.” I squinted my eyes at her and she laughed a little.
That pleasing laugh sounded like heaven, my very own heaven.
“I do want us to talk though,” her face pulled into a little frown which seemed to thrust me right from heaven into hell.
My brows creased as I sat on the bed and immediately reached for her hands, my eyes searching her eyes.
“What is it, tesoro?” I asked, not wanting whatever we had to talk about to be something shitty.
We were finally together and we just fucking got together. Shitty was the last thing I flipping wanted.
“It’s about us.” She started.
I squeezed her hands a little, urging her with my eyes to go on.
“About our future together.” she whispered and I felt the clenching in my heart ease.
Our future together. As long as our future was together, then it was perfect.
“Right. I probably never talked to you about it too. There’s so much about our future that I have mapped up though but everything is up to you, cara. Our wedding theme, how many kids you want us to have, where we spend our future vacations, the school you want our kids to go to, your future business enterprise if you ever want to work, our…”
“Pietro,” she cut me off, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Yes, love?” I stared at her intensely. She was so adorable, I just wanted to consume this beautiful woman. How? I had no clue.
“I… God, how can you be this sweet?” She lowered her face for a second and then looked up at me with the sweetest smiles which shoved me right back into heaven.
“You mapped out all those already?” She asked, the giggle in her voice addicting.
“Right. I had plenty of time to do that, waiting for you” I replied.
“But that’s not what I am talking about… I am talking about the future before the future you mapped out for us.” Her face turned serious again and she pulled her right hand gently out of mine and held my hand instead, her small ones holding onto my larger one.
“Can… Can we really be together, Pietro?” She fluttered her eyes to mine.
“I know you love me and god, I love you too. And I know we can’t do without each other anymore but do you think things will really work out? You own all… You own all these and I own nothing. You are a rich…”
“Hush, Peaches.” I shut her up quite respectfully because the other method I had to shut her up would not have been so respectful.
“Sometimes, on rare occasions such as tonight, you say so much rubbish that I just want to shut you up by shoving my cock in your mouth.”
Her eyes widened and her face reddened even more.
“How… How can you be so dirty and raw with your words?” She smacked my shoulder.
“You were surely being dirtier this morning.” I pointed out.
“Oh god, Pietro.” She flushed and I raised a hand to her face, gently cupping it and making her look at me.
“Listen, Peaches. I own you. You belong to me. It’s a long established fact but do not forget that another fact exists too. The fact that you own me. That I belong to you. And that means everything in my fucking name belongs to you. Would you love me to do the honour of transferring my properties to your name so we can clear out that fact?” I questioned.
“No, no, no, Pietro” she shook her head repeatedly very quickly, hands raising and waving a ‘no’.
“Don’t do anything like that. And really, I know you are insane but do not do anything like that.” She added, her hands dropping gently.
“Is that what you were worrying your pretty head about?” I asked, moving my free hand to her face and now cupping her face in both hands gently, my fingers pushing into her hair.
“Uhm… One more thing, Pietro.” She mumbled.
“Let’s have it”
“I… Well, you know I only have one family left. My mum’s gone and my dad, well, we both know how that went. All I have left is Aunt Mandy and I would… And heavens know how much she fantasizes about being at my wedding…” She took a pause, looking at me and studying my expression.
“Good thing she’s looking forward to it. I will ensure she doesn’t look forward much longer.” I reached one hand to her hair, patting it gently.
“Pietro,” she sounded worried and a bit stressed and although I knew exactly what her worry was, I pretended to be completely oblivious.
“She hates you. She… She only knows you as the one who killed my dad so she hates you a lot. She is not going to support us being together. She is never going to be in support of our union, not even if I tell her the truth about that night now. That… That dad was harassing me and you defended me, protected me…”
God.
Those words sounded relieving. Freeing.
She didn’t say I killed him, she said I defended and protected her. God, I love this soul even more. Is that even possible?
“She’s going to think I am lying to her just to convince her to like and accept you. She’s not going to support us, Pietro.” She concluded worriedly.
I gulped down like I had never thought of how much Caily would crave the support of her only family member during her wedding to me.
“So…” I drawled the word.
“You don’t want to ever get married to me because she’s not going to support us? You want us to be a forever secret because…”
“No, no.” She shook her head quickly and my heart gladdened.
Right reaction.
“I would not leave us because we can’t get her support, Pietro. I just… I just wish we had it.” she whispered.
“And we will have it.” I replied.
“What?” Her eyes flickered to mine.
“We will have her full support, Peaches.” I assured her.
“How in the world would that be possible?” She asked.
“Have I ever said something and failed at it?” I replied her with another question and she slowly shook her head.
“Precisely. She will be there, smiling and giving us full blessings.”
“Pietro,” her gaze narrowed at me.
“How do you plan on getting her support?” She asked, suspicion in her gaze.
“Don’t worry about the method. Only concern yourself with the results, Tesoro”
“Pietro,” her voice was warning this time. The only person who would use that tone on me was her and honestly, I loved when she used it.
What exactly didn’t I love about her, anyways?
“Yes, Love?” I made my tone even softer.
“Don’t use those methods that seem right to you and not to others.” She said, the hint of warning still in her voice.
“I am not going to hurt your Aunt, Peaches and trust me, I won’t threaten her too, I promise” I promised. Not like I had not thought of putting a gun to her back while she gave her blessings to Caily with shaky smiles but nah, Caily would not like that and I would not want to treat my in law that way too.
“Promise?”
“I promise, Cara. I will only grovel and beg until she gives in, I promise.”