These are the translated words for when you come across them!

xáderfri: cousin (in Greek)

Princippessa: Princess (in Italian)

perché non due andate ottenere una vita che pretende molto consistere di essere tra le gambe di una donna:
why don't you two go get a life that doesnt consist of being between a woman's legs
...

"Oh hey if it isn't Mcslutslut," comments Enzo as I walk hand in hand inside the house with Michael. I took a while to wake up him up in the limo after my Dad left to go find my Mom. Who knew he could be such a deep sleeper that I was unable to unzip his fly and pull down his boxers enough to kiss him awake?

"Good to see you too Lorenzo," I mutter, noticing Michael's hand tighten around me. "He's my cousin," I whisper up to Michael who's analyzing Enzo's smaller frame. I hope my comment helped but let's be honest, do I really care if Michael breaks Enzo's nose? Or neck?

Thankfully my Dad came in five minutes earlier to go gather my Mom so he didn't hear Enzo's comment, but then again maybe it would have been better if he was here so than Enzo wouldn't say anything.

Dante strolls into the room then leans on the opposite side of the arch way than his twin that leads to a sitting area. Honestly I think they're the same person some times.

"Oh hey there xáderfri, long time no see. Are you pregnant yet?" Dante says with a teasing smile.

One of the few differences between the two brothers is that Dante speaks mostly Greek when he can while Enzo speaks Italian. It pisses me off, but everything they do pisses me off.

"Or are you addicted to crank yet? I have a bet saying you'll end up in rehab within the next year Princippessa," adds Enzo.

"That's not even funny," I snap. I pull Michael with me towards the stairs, hoping to avoid my cousins for the rest of the day. With them acting like this I doubt I'll even let us stay here over night.

Michael is tense and ready to explode, I can tell by the way his jaw is clenched in that sexy way I like and his hold on my hand is much stronger than minutes earlier. At least he has self-control.

"Who's the giant," calls Dante, finally noticing his presence.

"Where were you Alexandria," questions his brother as I pull Michael up the stairs quicker.

"Did you find magic beans?"

"You know you're supposed to fall in love with Jack not the giant."

Once I get to the top of the stairs I beat Michael to the punch. Over the railing I glare down at my two cousins and yell, "Perché non due andate ottenere una vita che pretende molto consitistere di essere tra le gambe di una donna!"

I spin back around and yank Michael with me to my bedroom down the hall. Finally when we get there I close the door behind me and lean up against it.

"Why don't you speak Italian to me," questions Michael, not even noticing my bedroom that's large than his entire cabin.

I look up to him, his eyes are calculating me as he approaches like a predator. "Really? Again? We got two hours of sleep last night Michael."

He pushes me further into the door, his hands gripping my waist. "I'm fully powered now that I took a nap."

"Oh yeah I'm sure sleeping in the limo for half an hour was just oh so much fun," I tell him angry.

"Somebody gets cranky when they're tired." He lifts me up, both hands on my butt and still I don't reach his height. He turns around to carry me to my bed which is almost as tall as me and that's when he notices the size and luxury I sleep in.

I don't want him to know that my curtains alone cost five thousand dollars. Or that empty picture frame is made out of pure gold. And of course there's my closet that I really hope he won't ever walk into. I don't know how I'll explain that to him.

His eyes go wide as they look everywhere, at all the furniture, the walls, the balcony, the windows, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he takes me to bed and crawls under the comforters with me after stripping off his shirt and shoes.

As soon as his arms wrap around me from behind I fall into a deep slumber.

...

"I met your Mom," Michael says as soon as I wake up.

"Oh gosh she came in," I groan and turn over so I can rest on his chest. "I'm so sorry you had to meet her."

His hands run up and down my back, creating a feeling so soothing that I'm close to falling asleep again.

"She was nice actually."

"What did she say? Was she mean to you? She does that sometimes to people she likes."

"No she was actually polite but mostly quiet. She told me to tell you that dinner will be ready at six which will be in forty two minutes."

"Ugh," I whine, "I have to take a shower and get dressed. I just want to sleep."

His chest vibrates beneath my cheek with laughter. "We'll sleep all night tonight baby."

I lift my head up to look at him and I bet my groggy eyes are just so attractive right now. "No we won't. We need to break in my bed at my apartment."

"What about this bed," he says before flipping us over on my back.

"I take a minimum of fifteen minute showers Michael."

Oh who am I kidding? We could be in the middle of a battle field and I would still take him.

"Fine then we'll break in the shower."

...

"We still got plenty of time," he says sadly.

I laugh, coming back in from the hallway. I had to get ahold of one of the butlers to find a fitting outfit for Michael to wear since I know he won't fit into any of my cousins or Dad's or Uncle's clothes and he didn't bring anything with him.

"Michael," I say as I sit down in front of my vanity. "What are you going to do with your cabin and all of your belongings?"

I look in the reflection to see Michael spread back on the bed in nothing but his towel. "I thought about that when you were sleeping."

"And did you come with a plan?" I start to brush my damp hair but I'm really focused on Michael in the mirror. He doesn't look as happy as he should be right now.

"I'll have to go back and gather all the things I need and sell the things I don't."

"What about Stars and Stripes? I know they're more outdoor dogs and my apartment won't let us have them but my Mom grew up with a bunch of dogs. She'll love to have them here."

"She doesn't have to do that baby. I only got them for hunting purposes from a guy in Walker. They're there right now to watch them, I'll just call him up and tell him to keep them."

"Well if you change your mind they have a home here." Michael doesn't say anything, instead he eyes the chandelier above my bed. "You'll love it here Michael, I promise, and we can send someone out there instead if you don't want to deal with it all."

"No it's fine," he murmurs. "I'll do it myself."

I set the brush down and stand up, walking back towards Michael. "Well set a date and I'll arrange the jet to take you there." I kiss his nose, his cheek, his forehead, his neck, than finally his lips. "I'm going to put on some makeup." I walk back towards the bathroom. "Answer the door if someone knocks, they'll probably have clothes for you to wear. We can go shopping tomorrow."

I don't hear a response from Michael before I close the door behind me.

...
Did you guys notice how alike Aria's meeting to the family and Michaels to the family was? Of course there are big differences but Alexandria and her Dad are too much alike

And I want everyone to know (if you haven't heard already) that today is a day that's officially in the history books for America. After over two centuries of inequality in marriage, finally everyone is able to marry who ever the hell they want to!

#thanksObama #idonthavetobegaytosupportit #ijustcantbeanasshole