Luca

••• ••• •••

Who knew the simplest action makes the most sound?

Well, definitely not me.

As I tiptoe to the bathroom, I glance behind me to make sure Bella hasn't woken up yet.

She's still sleeping soundly. Looking like an angel . . . That sucked the life out of me yesterday.

Literally.

But that was before I returned the favor, multiple times. All throughout the night.

She was so spent she fell asleep immediately after we came together for the last time.

After using the toilet, I slowly open the door and peek into our room. She's still dead to the world.

I walk as quietly as possible to the kitchen after shutting the bedroom door.

After nights filled with sex, I like to prepare breakfast and bring it to her while she's still in bed. But nine times out of ten, she wakes up and ruins the surprise. Most of the time she listens to my request and goes back to bed, but this time I really want to it be a surprise for her.

It's become like a tradition of ours. After more than three years together, she still steals by breath away. She still makes me fall deeper in love with her every single day. We've been living in our new home—the one I designed for us—less than six months, but fuck, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. Make tons of memories with her. A family.

Just as I'm about to put the pancakes on the plate, her arms circle my waist from behind.

Dang it.

I almost had it.

"Good morning," she trails soft kisses along my shoulder to my neck. It immediately makes my cock react. Every touch of hers has an effect on me. Even small ones.

"Bella," I groan. "Couldn't you pretend to still be asleep."

"Like the last," she hums, her breaths hitting my neck, "three times?"

Yup. The last three times I tried to surprise her with breakfast, she stayed in bed and acted surprised. But she can't lie—or I know her too well to notice when she's lying.

I put a little rose from a bouquet of flowers I got her a few days ago in the vase then on the tray and turn around, facing her.

Her smile is so bright, her eyes shining with mischief and love.

My eyes trace the freckles dusted on her nose and upper cheeks, then the pink color on her cheeks. Her bright green eyes that I fucking adore. Her pink, plump lips that I can't seem to stop thinking about. My eyes go lower, to the slope of her slender neck, then her breasts. Which are bare.

Actually, she's entirely naked.

"You're so annoying." I grumble, my arms reaching behind her to squeeze her tight ass.

"It's a talent of mine, thank you."

I want to frown, but I can't no matter how hard I try. My lips stretch in a grin and I lean down to kiss her.

"Buon giorno." I say, and tap her bum. "Now go to our room."

Every time she catches me, I always demand she goes back to bed so we can eat the breakfast I've prepared there.

"Okay." She says and pecks my cheek. She walks backward, giving me a full view of her front. Her eyes do a sweep of my body. Lingering on my hard-on that's obviously visible in my white Calvin Kleins. 

Right before she enters the room, she turns around and glances behind her to tell me in the most seductive voice, "I'll be waiting." She finishes that off with a wink.

I suppress a grunt and give my cock a firm squeeze. Then, I grab the tray and go to my girlfriend.

•••

"What time should we be at your uncle's?" She asks.

We're still sitting on our bed, laptops on our lap. I'm looking at invoices while she's working on her new YouTube channel. That's right. She made a channel to promote her clothing line. Her publicist told her it'll increase profit and attract new buyers. She still hasn't uploaded any videos on there, but she has a few pre-filmed and ready to go.

"Around three, I think." I glance at her. She's put on a satin robe—one that she designed and that will be in her new store when she opens it in a month. Her curly hair is cascading down her shoulders. Her lower lip between her teeth as she frowns at whatever she's looking at on the screen.

I squeeze her neck and she instantly relaxes at my touch. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." She sighs and leans back into my touch. "This is all confusing." She pushes her laptop away and sits at a better position for me to give her a full shoulder massage. I put my own laptop on the nightstand next to me and kneel behind her, kneading her skin.

"I'm proud of you, love." I give her a lingering kiss under her ear and she practically melts.

"I'm proud of myself, too. But I'm nervous as hell." She confesses.

The opening of her first clothing store slash boutique is less than a month away and she's been working very hard to make it perfect.

"That's a good sign, baby." She hums when I press firmer on a tense spot. "But everything will go smoothly."

"It will." She nods and I catch her smile as she looks at me behind her back. I smile back and lean in to kiss those pretty pink lips of hers. When I'm about to pull back, she fists the hair at the back of my head to keep me there and she deepens the kiss.

My fingers thread her hair and I angle her face for a better angle. But apparently she disagrees with me as she leans back and pulls me to lay on top of her.

I rip my lip from her. "Bella, aren't you sore?" I pushed her to her limits yesterday and now she wants me again?

"No." She whispers and circles her legs around my hips and pulls me closer to her. But I resist.

"Bella," I shake my head. "I'm not entering you if you're still sensitive from last night."

"I'm not." She whimpers. "Please, I need you."

Fuck.

I pull at the belt of her rope to reveal her, then I palm her heat to find her wet. So fucking wet.

I know her period is in about two weeks, which must mean she's ovulating. So that's why she's extra horny now.

I rub her clit nice and slow, working her up, before I slide one finger inside.

"I want you inside of me." She tells me.

"Okay." I kiss the corner of her mouth. "But I'm pulling out if it hurts." I warn. Her pleasure always comes before mine.

She nods eagerly. I keep on rubbing her, getting her close to an orgasm. But just before she comes, I withdraw my hand and replace it with my aching cock. I thrust an inch into her.

"More." She whispers, running her nails down my back. I slowly push further into her, watching for any signs of hurt or discomfort.

Pulling her right leg higher on my hip, I push even deeper, extracting a deep moan from her.

"Mhmm, Luca. That feels good."

"You like that?" I ask in a deep voice, now all the way inside her. She pulses around me and it's all I can do not to fuck her roughly.

"Yes." She yells. "Faster."

I start a steady pace, pulling halfway before I enter her again. She keeps her eyes on me, her breathing shallow and her arms keeping me close.

I can't get enough of her. We were fucking the entire last night, but I still need more.

"Fuck, Bella." I groan and flex my muscles not to thrust harder. She's still hypersensitive from last night.

I push her other knee higher, then bend her legs so her calves rest on my shoulder. This position has become a favourite of hers. Mine as well. I reach so fucking deep, a spot that makes her cry out my name louder and her eyes roll to the back of her skull.

"Luca." Her back arches and I pull a nipple into my mouth. "Yes, yes, yes." She chants. "Don't stop." I comply and fasten my pace a little.

My balls tighten, ready to release. I squeeze her ass and pull her closer to me. Or she's pulling me closer to her. I'm not sure. We're flush together, there's no space between our bodies to let even air pass through.

I wipe a sweaty hair strand away from her temple and smash my lips to hers as she comes around me, crying out my name. I thrust once, twice, and empty myself inside her.

We stay like that as we steady our breathing. Fuck that felt nice.

I lean back a little and look down at her. She's smiling softly, her eyes closed. I kiss her nose and slowly pull out. She doesn't frown, so I know she's not in any pain.

Kneeling on my heels, I keep her legs on my shoulders, elevating them.

After a minute, when she's completely back to normal, she opens her eyes and glances at the clock, then at me. Her brows furrow as she looks at me holding her shins.

"What are you doing?" She chuckles. "Why are my legs up in the air?"

"I'm trying to get you pregnant." I say the truth. Sometimes, there's this strong urge that says, 'get her pregnant.'  And it intensifies after we've made love.

Her eyes widen in alarm and she scrambles to put her legs down.

"Oh, I don't think so." She tells me as she stands up from the bed and goes to the bathroom.

Dumbfounded, I stay rooted in my place. What just happened?

I follow her to the toilet. When I enter it, she's just flushing the toilet and on her way to the sink to wash her hands.

"Bella," I approach her. "You don't want kids anymore or something?" We've discussed this topic. Multiple times and in depth. And we both want them. A few of them. But her reaction is confusing me. It's also slightly hurtful.

After she dries her hands, she turns the shower on then faces me.

"Of course I want kids. But we've both agreed we'd start having them after we're married."

"Marry me." I say, like that solves anything.

"No." She deadpans, getting in the shower and standing under the nozzle. I follow suit. "And if you propose in the next few months, I'll be saying no, as well."

My mouth hangs open at her brutal honesty.

"Baby, people change their minds all the time." I close my eyes as she lathers shampoo on my hair.

"True, but kids are a big responsibility. You can't just change your mind."

When she cleans the shampoo from my hair and starts washing her own hair, I just stand there and watch her. My eyes go to her stomach. I want to watch her grow big, carrying our baby. Half her and half me.

And I tell her all that. But she's still standing her ground.

"Luca." She says my name like she's trying to make me understand her without saying anything. 

"Bella." I mimic.

She groans and squirts her signature peach scented shower gel on a cloth and scrubs my chest. I love how even when we're arguing, we can't keep away, can't keep from touching the other.

"Did you also forget how we decided to wait a year after our marriage to have kids?" She asks me before making me turn around so she can scrub my back.

"No, I didn't forget." When I face her again, I take the cloth from her and finish my body before grabbing hers and cleaning her body, starting at her neck. "But we've been together for a good amount of time. We're both mentally and financially stable. So what's the hold up?"

"That's right, babe. But I still want to enjoy my time with you before there's babies in our lives."

When I reach her stomach, I move the cloth slower and more gentle on her abdomen. And she notices.

"Luca," she chuckles. "I think you forgot that I have an IUD."

"Oh, right." I grumble. I definitely forgot about that. "I was hoping my sperm would be stronger than that." I wash between her legs, being very thorough. She squirms, her breathing becoming shallow. But she pushes my hand away and takes the cloth and finishes cleansing her body herself.

We finish our shower and step out in silence. Wrapping a towel around my hips, I cross my arms and look at her.

"Tell me one reason why you don't want to have babies right now." Before she can tell me that we agreed to wait till we're married, I say, "Beside the marriage argument."

"You're delusional." She laughs softly, brushing her hair. "Even if I did agree to start trying for a baby tomorrow, it'd be a slim chance I get pregnant immediately after I've removed my IUD. They say it takes at least six months till I can conceive." She tells me things I already know.

She applies her facial creams and extends her hand for me to take it. I do and I apply moisturizer to my face.

She wraps a towel around her body, concealing the view from me, and enters our walk-in closet. Again, I follow her, still not done with this conversation.

"Okay, so how about we compromise?" I say. She stops perusing her dresses and looks at me expectantly. "You take out the IUD in a few months. This will give us half a year until we can conceive, and probably another few months till you actually get pregnant. So that's in a year."

She raises her brows. "Where's the compromise in there?"

"We don't start trying immediately."

"That doesn't make sense." She tells me and resumes searching for an outfit.

I'm not sure I'm making sense to myself at this point. I'm just saying whatever comes to mind.

I open my mouth to speak, but her phone rings in the bedroom. Like a lost fucking puppy, I follow her to answer it.

"Hey, there." I stand in front of her, leaning on her vanity. "Yeah, that's alright." She pushes my hair away from my brows, her eyes softening at me.

My hands reach out and grasp her waist, pulling her to stand between my legs. I nuzzle her neck as she says goodbye to whoever is on the other end.

"Ti amo." I whisper. I'm not a selfish person, but I never thought I could love another person more than I love myself. Until I met Isabella and she proved otherwise. I love this woman with all my heart. She makes me happy, stronger, and just a better me.

"I love you, Luca." She whispers back. I move my head back to lean my forehead on hers.

"Please have a baby with me." I say, smiling.

She laughs, throwing her head back.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm to get me pregnant," she starts. "But since I'm the one who'll be carrying the baby, it's fifty-one percent my decision at the end."

She's right. And I can't—nor will I ever—force her to do something she doesn't want. No matter how big or small.

The doorbell rings before I get the chance to speak. I clutch her hand and walk beside her to the door.

"Are you expecting someone?" I ask. It's Sunday and I can't think of anyone who'll drop by. I'm meeting with my entire family later today. My little brother Leo came back from his deployment a few days ago. My Nonna flew here from Italy so we can all have a 'family reunion'.

"Yeah, Olive just called me." Olive is her assistant, helping her with her online and now soon-to-open store.

I release her hand so she can open the door and I stay a bit further back.

"Hey, sorry I'm not wearing any clothes." Bella apologizes. It's not an unusual thing for Bella, though. When we know no one's dropping by for the day, all she wears is either a pair of panties and bralette or just a satin robe. 

"That's fine. I kinda came unannounced." She flashes a thick envelope. "I was in the neighbourhood and remembered I didn't give you these samples yet. You also need to sign some papers. So that's why I'm here." She lets out a weak chuckle. Olive is a fresh graduate. She's nice and from what I've heard of Bella, she's good at her job.

"Come in, then. I'll get you something to drink while I sign them." Bella opens the door further and Olive steps in. It's then that she notices me. Her cheeks blush red and she averts her eyes.

I look down and see I'm only wearing a towel that's hung pretty low on my hips. Oh, right. I guess I was too focused on my girlfriend and getting her pregnant to notice I walked to the door half naked. 

"I'll finish getting ready." I say and as I pass Bella, I kiss her forehead and walk to our bedroom.

•••

Bella finally emerges from our bedroom.

I was waiting on her near our front door, ready to head out for our family lunch.

Her heels clink on the tiles and I whistle, my eyes sweeping her figure. She's wearing a dress that hugs her like a second skin, accentuating her muscled thighs and tiny waist. When she's feet away from me, she does a little twirl and I notice the back dips low.

My dick springs to attention. Her back has to be one of my many favourite features of hers.

"Fuck, Bella." I grip her hips and pull her to me. "All this is doing is making me put a baby in you as soon as possible." I tease.

"No." She shakes her head. "No." She repeats and off my confusion, she explains. "This is becoming annoying."

"I was just joking, love." I sweep my thumb along the exposed skin of her back.

"Still. This is an important subject. So please don't joke about it when we were just arguing about the same topic."

"I know." I peck her nose. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I just don't want us to keep talking about this when we've already decided on not having kids right now. And you making these jokes is making me feel bad for not agreeing with you."

"Love," I whisper. "I'm not trying to pressure you."

"I know that." She nods. "Just," she shakes her head. "Let's just go. We don't want to be late."

"Okay." I look at her for a second, making sure she's alright, before I clutch her hand and go to the garage for the car.

When we reach my uncle's house—more like a mansion—I open the car door for Bella and extend my hand for her to take.

Mateo and Carina's dad, the owner of the mansion we're approaching—is the richest one of his brothers. He works in real estate and he bags a lot of coins. Mateo works for his company but not his eldest daughter, who's also the eldest grandchild. She's just floating around, traveling the world and living her life. 

The door is already open and we enter the grand foyer. We know everyone is in the garden and as we walk there, my hand that's on Bella's hips unconsciously travels forward. To her stomach.

"Luca, seriously?" She asks, starting to really get annoyed with me. Mad, too.

We stand at the threshold of the door that leads to the big back garden. I look down at her but keep my hand where it is.

"I don't mean anything by it." I tell her. It's not the first time I put my palm there.

She gives me a look, not believing me. Her next sentence, she tells me in fluent Italian. "[I don't want us to fight, but you're starting to really irritate me.]"

She sassily flips her hair and goes to greet her best friend, Sara. Who looks between us in confusion. We rarely fight—not that I'd call this a fight—and when we do, we don't do it in public and around others. So this is something entirely new of us.

I hear Sara asking, "What's that about?"

Bella makes sure to raise her voice so I hear her answer. "He's getting on my nerves."

I can't help but let out a chuckle, putting my fists in the pockets of my jeans.

This woman . . .

I fucking love her.

•••

After we finish eating, all the while trying to process the bomb that Antonio and Sara dropped on us,  we're all just talking and catching up. People are scattered around the garden, talking in smaller groups.

I'm sitting on a chair at the table where we were eating, talking to my mama, when Bella sits on my lap.

My mother excuses herself after a few minutes and I rotate Bella so I can face her better. I raise my eyebrows at her. She's the one who walked away from me, was trying to act dry towards me all through dinner and now she's sitting on my lap?

"Carina wants me to design the bridesmaids dresses." She tells me, jumping excitedly in my lap. I tighten my hands on her hips to keep her from rubbing her ass on my cock. Now's not the time nor the fucking place for me to get hard.

"That's great news, love." I kiss her bare shoulder.

"But they're getting married in two weeks. So I have to push back some of the things for the opening of ID." ID is the name of her brand. It's her initials: Isabella Davis. But not for long, though. I'm making a Monaro out of her. I just don't really know when.

She rambles more about different styles, colors and materials, and I listen to every word she says, loving the way her eyes turn brighter when talking about her passion. 

When she's done talking, she takes a deep breath and looks at me sheepishly. Her palms come up around my neck and they descend to the skin exposed from the few open buttons of my loose fitted dress shirt.

I slowly lean in and give her neck a lingering kiss. She had pulled her hair up during dinner so her nape is bare. My lips trail up, and I hover my mouth over her ear before I whisper, "Does this mean you're not angry at me anymore?"

She shakes her head and whispers back, "I was never angry at you in the first place."

But acting annoying—just like she called me a few times today—I lift up my brows and ask in a serious tone, "So you agree that we'll start trying for a baby?"

The groan she lets out has every head turning to us. I burst out laughing and hold her to me as she tries to escape me.

"I hate you." She grumbles but I see her cheeks twitching, trying not to smile back.

"I love you, too, mi amore." I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her familiar scent. The beach, peaches and my Bella.

She frames my head and pulls me so I can look into her eyes. "But be serious for a second here, please." She says. "Do you really want to have kids earlier than we agreed on?"

I don't answer immediately, thinking about this and not just about the little argument we had this morning.

"I don't mind." I say the truth. "But like you said, it's your body and you get to decide in the end." I cup her cheek and lean in to say, "If we have a kid tomorrow or in ten years, I don't care. As long as we make a family together some time in the future."

She nods, her lips meeting mine. "Just so you know," she says in a grave tone, "I want four kids."

I grin off her grin. It's so infectious.

"The more the merrier, right?" I ask in a laugh.

"Right." She agrees and kisses me again.

•••

A/N:

Hello everyone. Hope you liked this bonus chapter of Luca and Bella. I really liked how 'domestic' it felt.

This chapter takes place the same time as chapters 51 and 52 from my other book, First Choice. I tried not to spoil anything from FC in case you haven't read it yet—well, except that they get together eventually...

But go (binge)read it if you haven't already, because it's officially completeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!