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A writer's block

I'm sorry for the delay in new posts. I'm having a bit of a writer's block. I know I changed up my blog from non fiction to fiction and have been writing about sex....a whole lot. Don't get me wrong, I love sex as much as the next person does but I'm desiring to take a break from writing about sex. I know the sex scenes aren't terribly hot or anything (just taking some scenes from smutty books & some stuff from personal experience).
My one friend suggested that I throw in a post about shopping, I appreciated the suggestion but not only is it not me, it's also not really the me in the story. So, if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave comments. Any & all suggestions are welcome but may not be used
My husband, "Vince", is based off of a real person - a former teacher of mine, really.

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He said how many babies?

I have no idea how long I lost consciousness this time, but when I woke up, I figured it was a long time due to the amount of blood I lost. I was so afraid that I lost the baby. The stress from being shot and making love with my well endowed husband, I’m sure, didn’t help.

I opened my eyes when I felt Vince holding my hand a little tighter than normal. I wiggled my fingers to kinda grab his attention and also to get some feeling back into my hand and fingers.

“Oh, baby! You scared me! How are you feeling?” Vince asks me.

“I don’t know how I’m feeling I just woke up. I didn’t mean to scare you at all. Did Matt come by? What did he say?? How’s the baby?”

“Matt’s still here, he’s in the living room. Let me go get him. If you can, sit up and take a few sips of water.”

I nod and get re-adjusted in bed to get comfortable. I notice the sheets – they’ve been changed. I’m going to guess the sheets were changed while I was still unconscious.

“Maggie, I’m glad to see you awake. You had Vince really worried about you. He asked that I didn’t tell your mom or brother – he didn’t want them to worry at all.”

“Matt, just tell me what happened after I lost consciousness….again. I’m tired of passing out. What I want to know is how the baby is.”

“I’m not going to lie. The BABIES was stressed from the adrenaline rush that you had from when you got shot and from having sex several times with your husband. As soothing as sex can be, it can add more stress -----"

“What do you mean by ‘babies’, Matt? We thought you told Mags that it was ‘baby’ – as in singular, as in ONE baby, not multiple!” Vince said interrupting Matt.

“Just relax. I did another exam on Mags when I rushed to the room. I did a sonogram and found two babies – one is hiding behind the other. No worries, they’re healthy, they’re fine. Mags, no sex for twelve hours. Can you handle that?” Matt asked me.

I started to laugh.

“Matt, if you knew me, you wouldn’t have asked me if I could handle twelve hours without sex. There’s NO way in hell I can go twelve hours without sex. I’m a borderline sex addict. If you don’t believe me, ask my husband!”

“Trust me, Matt; my wife is a full blown sex addict. I swear she can’t go twenty to thirty minutes without sex,” Vince said, turning to me and smiling. “I wish I could get a break but I will never ask for one. I love my beautiful wife too much to deny her sexual appetite.”

I have a knack for passing out

Wow. That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I was expecting a fight not an intense sexual session with my husband barely hours after losing consciousness from a small gunshot wound. Not like I didn’t enjoy the session, which I thoroughly did by the way, but like I said, I wasn’t expecting it.

“What the hell was that all about, Vin? I know men normally don’t talk but with something like this, you’d want to. I mean, I told you that I had slept with another man a week before we got married and you act like you could care less!”

“My darling, it’s kinda hard for me to explain. You’re my wife and I'm your husband because we love each other; we’re in love with each other. It doesn’t bother me at all that you slept with another man a week before we got married; we weren’t in a relationship for over a year. I didn’t expect you to be celibate nor did I expect you to NOT be in a relationship even though we didn't realize at the time that we were in love. You ran away from me because you were hurt emotionally, verbally, physically and mentally from two low life jerks. You were afraid to be hurt again. I understand that. If you want to seek counseling, let’s go. I’ll go with you – we can do this together. We’re a team.

I know you have trust issues and I don’t expect you to trust me over night. I haven’t hurt you since you were my student, I have not hurt you a year ago and I haven’t hurt you during our marriage. I can’t guarantee that I’ll never hurt you – we’re bound to hurt each other eventually but unintentionally. Our love is too strong to allow hurtful words to affect our marriage. I may not be the best at verbalizing to you how much I love you and that I’m more in love with you each day that we’re together; I show you physically how much I love you.”

Vince leaned down to kiss me softly. I couldn’t help but moan. I love how my husband kisses me. I reach around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Vin,” I moan. “Come to bed with me. I want to show you how much I love my wonderful husband.”

Vince scoops me up in his arms and carries me back to bed. We spend the next couple of hours making love. After a while we fell asleep. A sharp pain in my abdomen woke me. I scream in pain, waking up Vince in the process. I felt a rush of fluid come out of my apex. 

“Baby, call Matt. Something’s happened to the baby!”

Vince calls Matt, waking up the poor man telling him to rush over to our suite. I turn on the light by my bed and look at the sheets. The sheets are soaked in blood. I feel woozy but thankful that I’m still in bed. As I move the sheets away, I hear Vince’s voice calling my name – he sounds so far away, everything looks hazy.

I lose consciousness for the second time in less than ten hours.

One intense session

After telling Vince why I was out, the thoughts that were going through my head, I went back into the kitchen with the now empty mug and plate to put them in the dishwasher. Still not feeling one hundred percent better after having the tea and toast, I head back to the bedroom.

As I was heading to the bedroom, I took my clothes off, dropping each piece of clothing on my way, too lazy to carry them with me. I was down to my lacey panties and bra but I was still too hot so I took them off as well. I lay down on top of the comforter, too lazy and too hot to get under the sheets, and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I feel the mattress give under someone’s weight on the other side. I open my eyes and see that it’s Vince. I meant to groan internally but it escaped from my mouth. I sighed. Vince was going to think……

Before I could even finish that thought, Vince’s mouth was sucking on my one breast and squeezing the other. Good Lord, it felt so good but I knew I’d be in trouble….Vince would want to make love.

“No, Vince,” I moan. “Don’t stop. It feels so good. I want you.”

Vince began to suck and bite on the other breast and squeezing harder on the breast he had sucked on first. I grasp his head so he doesn’t move and I'm unable to stop moaning. My breasts are a bit swollen and sensitive due to the pregnancy but at a time like this, I am NOT complaining.

With his hands, Vince spreads my legs and puts four fingers inside the apex of my thighs; I just about reach an orgasm but he takes his fingers out and slides his head down. He takes my legs and places them over his shoulders has his tongue tangos with my sensitive nub. He begins to lick, suck and bite the apex. I spread my legs wider so he can give me more pleasure. Within a few seconds, I explode screaming his name and my apex is dripping wet.

When I catch my breath, I unbutton and unzip his pants, sliding his jeans and boxers off of him. I grab his hardened large appendage in both hands, stroking up and down, making his appendage grow even more. I throw him on his back and I slide down his body, putting his extremely large appendage in my mouth. As I lick and suck him, he starts thrusting his hips up so his appendage can go deeper in my mouth. I take his entire appendage in my mouth, deep throating him, going past my tonsils.

He slides me off of him, grabbing pillows throwing them in the middle of the bed, placing me stomach down on the pillows, spreads my legs and rams his appendage deep inside me with one thrust. I moan his name. As he’s thrusting so hard into me, he reaches around to squeeze my swollen and sensitive breasts harder than he’s squeezed before. I love what he’s doing to my breasts. I moan and scream in pleasure, not caring how loud I am.

Vince knows we’re both ready to explode. He grabs my hips and thrusts, harder, deeper than before. With his large appendage so deep inside of me, it feels like it’s rearranging my internal organs. We explode together, as always, screaming each other’s name then collapse.

Questions and doubts

After being here in the Vatican City for three and a half months, we still weren't much closer to find out who tried to get Benny killed. I couldn't hide my pregnancy from Mom and Don anymore but they didn't say anything. Well, at least to my face they hadn't but they definitely did to Vince. Thankfully I didn't have morning sickness – often. It’s nothing that a few crackers and ginger ale couldn't fix.

I’ve been noticing some strange things lately. The Swiss Guard and the Vatican Police were keeping their distance from me and weren’t looking to me for direction. I wasn’t sure what to think of that. Really, the only thought I had about it was that I’d been there for so long and I’m still waiting on my and Vince’s Italian citizenship. Oh and that I’m working independently for the InterPol.

About three hours ago, I decided to take a walk in the private garden set aside just for Benny. I wasn't armed and couldn’t wear my custom made Kevlar vest – I couldn’t wear it due to the pregnancy. I was off duty and needed some time to myself. Vince was getting to me a little bit; adding some stress which caused a strain between us. I began to question the marriage and why we got married within a week of coming back on a vacation with Joe.

I was wondering if I’d been that desperate to marry a man old enough to be my uncle. Am I in love with my husband? Do I love my husband as a person? Is he in love with me? Does he even love me as a person?

To be honest, I didn’t know any of the answers to the questions I asked myself. I knew that Mom and Don were happy for Vince and me. They truly believed that Vince and I were happy and in love. I didn’t want to deceive anyone especially myself.

Like I said, I was off guard. Okay, so I was distracted. I’m not going to lie. The next thing I knew was hearing a gun shooting and feeling a burning sensation on the upper part of my arm. I began to feel a warm stickiness trickle down.

I turn around and begin to sprint back to the papal palace. As soon as I enter, I whip out my cell phone my Italian doctor, Matt, to come visit me immediately. The answering service told me that they’d relay the message to him. I dash to my room, raid the medicine cabinets to find gauze. I’m lucky, I find gauze and I find medical tape. As soon as I have gauze and medical tape on where I was hit from the bullet I pass out on the floor before I could even make it half way to the couch.

Who knows how much time had passed after I lost consciousness but I woke up on the couch. Good old smelling salts did the trick to wake me up. I felt extremely groggy and felt such a tremendous pain in my left arm. I tried to lift my head up off the pillow; I only got my head up a few inches before feeling nauseous. I plopped my head back down. I asked everyone to leave the room so I could speak to Matt alone.

“Matt, what happened after I passed out or fainted or whatever you wanna call it? I’ve been shot before but never had I fainted or passed out afterwards. Did my body go into shock or something?”

“Maggie dear, you lost consciousness. Thankfully you were unconscious for only a few minutes. You feel groggy now because of adrenaline – your body knew that you had to get out of the garden and back here to protect yourself and your baby. Once inside a safe place, your body just shut down from using the adrenaline rush. You need to rest for the next twelve to twenty four hours. I know you won’t want to but you need to for the sake of your baby – you could risk the chance of having a miscarriage if you don’t rest.”

“You’re right, I don’t want to rest for the next day nor do I want to risk the miscarriage. I’ll read a book or even try to watch a movie or something. Hopefully I can sit still long enough to get through a book or a movie.”

“Normally when someone loses consciousness due to a traumatic experience, I prescribe a mild sedative, but with you, the baby and the gunshot wound, I’m uncomfortable doing so. Drink decaffeinated tea; eat five light meals today and tomorrow. I’ll leave more prenatal vitamins for you on my way out.”

“Thanks, Matt. Hey. Can you send in Mom and Don for a moment? I want to reassure them that I’m fine”.

Matt nods his head in agreement before he leaves. As he’s halfway out the door, he turns around and told me that he took off the gauze and medical tape I applied, cleaned the wound and put on fresh gauze and medical tape; leaving more supplies of both by the prenatal vitamins.

Mom and Don walk in, looking slightly worried about me. I explained that Matt thoroughly checked me out; both the baby and I are fine and that I need to rest for the next twenty four hours. They were reassured a little bit but still worried about the baby. I told them not to worry, I have Matt’s number on speed dial and that he’d check in on me and the baby first thing in the morning. They hugged me and left, sending in Vince.

Part of me wanted to be comforted by my husband but the other part of me wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. I know he’s worried about both the baby and I – we’d never used protection so I know he’s the father. Even knowing that, I had major doubts about my marriage and relationship with him. I’ve been hurt badly by other men that I’m unable to trust what men tell me. I believed Vince from the get go when he’s told me that he loves me; I’ve never been able to mistrust him when it comes to that. He’s never even given me a reason to NOT trust him, but I still struggle with my past and I know I always will.

“Baby, how are you? I’ve been SO worried about you. How’s the baby? How are you?” Vince says as he helps me slowly sit up so the room doesn’t spin.

“I’ve felt better than this. Can you help me get to the kitchen? I want to make some tea and toast,” I ask Vince. “I need to move around a little bit. The couch isn’t comfortable at all.”

Vince looks a little nervous about me moving around, knowing that I need to rest. I assure him that it’s not going to cause any strain on me or the baby if I walk around. I’m hoping that he can give me some space as I make the tea and toast; I need to gather my thoughts before I talk with him. I know it’s going to be difficult to talk about the marriage, the trust issues I have, etc.

Once I make the tea and toast, I head back to the living room and find the most comfortable recliner and slowly sit down.

“Vin, honey, I know you’re caught up in how I am at the moment but I hope we can worry about that in a little bit. You know that I normally don’t take a walk without being armed. I thought my walk would be safe, secure and fine, but apparently it wasn’t. The reason why I went so far out of the papal palace was to figure out my emotions, what’s going on between us; that kinda thing.”

“Maggie, what’s going on? Do you regret marrying me? Do you have any doubts – of me, my love for you? You’re making me nervous. Do want a divorce?”

“Please hear me out, Vinnie, ok? I told you that I couldn’t go to Limon, Costa Rica last year with you but never told you why. I was raped and beaten by an old boyfriend and a friend of his three months before we were supposed to go. Weeks before we were supposed to go, I found out that I was pregnant. I didn’t get a DNA test to find out who the father was and decided to have an abortion; I didn't want to face my ex boyfriend and his friend. I was informed that I was unable to fly on any plane for the next two to three months.

As you know, I went with my friend Joe a few months ago. You met him at the airport when we flew back home. I’d known him since we were six years old. We lost contact because I moved in the summer between fourth and fifth grades. A few days before I went with him, he, doing a favor for a friend, was working on road construction on my road. Every day around lunch time, after remembering who I am, he came over for lunch. I told him everything about the rape and the abortion. The next day, he kissed me. One thing led to another and we made love. I made sure he used a condom even though I was told my chances of becoming pregnant was now close to impossible due to the abortion.

After spending the night, he made a few calls while he was working, booked two first class tickets to Limon, told Mom and Don and whisked me off, telling me that he’d show me how a real man makes love to a woman. Each time, he used a condom, knowing that I wasn’t in the right state of mind to have a child; especially when I’m NOT married.”

“Wow,” Vince began to say.

“Let me finish. It was a little awkward for me to see you at the airport knowing that I’d made love with Joe several times. It was even more awkward for me when you proposed, but you didn’t know.

I’ve been questioning our marriage for the past week. I’ve wondered why we got married the week after coming back home from vacation with Joe. I was with another man, Vin. It was like it didn’t matter to you that I was with another man. I’m surprised that you didn’t even ask what had happened.

I’ve asked myself if I’d been that desperate to marry a man old enough to be my uncle. Am I in love with you? Do I love you as a person? Are you in love with me? Do you even love me as a person? I don’t have the answer to those questions!”

Stress vs. Pregnancy

We’ve been in the Vatican City for nearly three weeks now. I’m a bit unhappy that we haven’t gone too far in the investigation of the assassination attempt on Benny’s life. Benny’s still being stiff lipped about the whole thing. I no longer have the Italian team to work with; a few quit but I fired the rest because of insubordination and not wanting to work with me while my mom, brother and husband were with me – they thought I’d gone soft….I was harder on everyone this time around than in cases past. Ok. Maybe I’d gone a little soft since my family was here but that shouldn’t take a part of not wanting to work with me. I seriously believe that Benny had something to do with the lack of an Italian team. He didn’t want me to figure out who wanted him almost dead or dead dead.

The other morning, I started feeling sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and tossed my cookies. I thought it was due from the stress of having no team other than my family. So I made two calls. One was to the director of the FBI in Quantico Virginia for her to send me a few people from my American team to come over here to assist me (and my family). The second call was to an old friend of mine; he’s a doctor. I wasn’t sure if my upset stomach was from the stress of if I was actually pregnant. I waited until Vinnie was out of the suite.

“Buongiorno. Dottore Matteo Meucci di lingua. Come posso aiutarla?” Dr Matthew Meucci said.

“Morning, Matt. It’s Marguerite Smythe…I mean Marguerite Guidicelli. Look, I’m at the papal palace. I need you to come over and see me. I’ll let the Swiss Guard know that you’re coming to see me. When can I expect you? I don’t want my husband to know about you visiting me quite yet,” I said.

“Mags….good gravy, child. I’ll be there in ten minutes. I was heading on over to see your dear friend, Benny, anyways to check on him. Since I’m going to be early, might as well swing to see you first. Are you ok?”

“Not really, Matt. I don’t have an Italian team anymore – I blame Benny – so some of my American team should be here in the next thirty six hours…I’m stressed, gaining a little despite how often I’m throwing up. Ugh.”

Matt promised he’d come straight up before we got off the phone. I immediately called the Swiss Guard to let them know that Matt’s coming to see me first than he’ll be off to see Benny.

I start pacing in the foyer of the suite Vinnie and I are in. I make a mental list of what I’m eating, when I’m eating, how much I’m eating, and how much stress I have. For a brief moment I think that I’m pregnant…Vinnie and I haven’t been using any form of protection, but then again, why would we should we since we’re married?

Just outside the door, I hear footsteps. I open the door and I see not only Matt but I see Vinnie as well. Great. Just my luck of all days. I let them in and introduce the men. Vin heads to the office. I excuse myself from Matt and pop my head into the office.

“Vin, Matt’s here to see me before he sees Benny. I’m a little stressed and I think I have a stomach bug of some sort. He’s gonna check me out before I head to the conference room.”

Vin nods and says ok. I can tell he’s not thrilled that a male doctor is making sure I’m okay. I walk over to the desk he’s sitting at, resting my hip against the edge of the desk.

“Babe, I know that you’re not happy that a male doctor is here to run a few tests. Why don’t you come with me and be there as Matt’s checking me over? I’d rather you be with us anyways. I saw some bad ass syringes in the bag Matt brought. Maybe you could hold my hand as he’s using one of the syringes? I hate syringes and the needles that are used when I get flu shots,” I say to Vinnie.

“Good idea. It’ll put me more at ease, my love. He seems like a good guy but I don’t like the way he was eyeing you, even after you introduced me as your husband. But it doesn’t matter because I’m the lucky one to be married to you and I get to have you in my arms every night,” Vin said to me as he got up from the chair to kiss me.

I wrap my hand around the back of Vinnie’s neck to draw his head closer to me. I open my mouth a little to deepen the kiss and Vinnie moans a little bit. I adjust a little bit and hop onto the desk so our hips are aligned better. Vinnie steps closer. I can feel swelling inside his pants against the apex of my thighs. Thankful that I’m wearing a skirt (and NO panties) tonight, I lift the skirt up and around my hips; when I’m done, I slide Vinnie’s sweat pants down past his hardening appendage. When I see the glistening tip, the apex between my thighs gets dripping wet.

“Vin,” I gasp; spreading my legs. “Hurry, baby. I need your *ahem* cock inside me!”

“Oh my God!” I scream as Vinnie rams his hardened appendage deep inside me.

In a few very hard thrusts, my apex is beginning to get a little sore but it felt SO good. Vinnie pulls out completely and rams his appendage into me again. He does this several times. He continues to thrust hard and fast until my apex is sore and raw and I’ve almost lost my voice from screaming in pleasure. We climax together as he rams his appendage in me one last time…though he’s still thrusting as he’s shooting hot thick jets of baby batter into my womb.

He shutters and pulls out. He gets me off the desks and turns me to face the desk, gently pushing my back so I’m leaning forward onto the desk. Vinnie uses his knee to spread my legs a little further apart. He leans forward a little to use his hand to swipe some moisture from my apex to my back entrance. I groaned on the inside. I enjoy the back entrance getting some action but wasn’t sure if Vinnie’s extra large appendage would fit inside me there.

Vinnie seemed to have read my mind and swiped more moisture from my apex to my back entrance. He inserts a finger and I whimper quietly. He inserted two more fingers and I moan his name loud enough for him to hear it.

“My love, tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” Vinnie says as he’s using his fingers to get me used to him back there. “Or do you enjoy this too much?”

“Vinnie, quit torturing me back there with your …”I begin to say as Vinnie slides his extra large appendage in the small entrance back there. “Just like that, baby. Oh yeah. Feels good.”

Vin continues to slide his appendage in and out of my back entrance but goes a little faster; each stroke feeling better than the last stroke. Before I realize it, I feel Vinnie’s hands around my breasts and his fingers pinching the hardened peaks. How did he know that what he’s doing right now is causing me to get turned on even more? I can’t stop moaning in pleasure. I feel Vin pull out and enters my apex again; still a bit sore but not as bad as it was.

Once Vinnie’s appendage is inside me, he grabs my hips so he can dig deeper into my apex. He starts thrusting harder and faster than he did before he entered my back entrance, grabbing my hips to dig deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Just like *moans* that. I am getting ready to explode, baby.”

Vinnie, grabbing my hips even tighter, kept ramming his appendage into my apex as hard as he could. I could sense he was ready to explode because he was going faster with each stroke. The last few times he rammed his appendage into me from behind, we climaxed together. I felt his hot, steamy, thick jets of baby batter shoot deep inside my womb for what felt like forever.

Once we caught our breaths, got detangled and fixed our clothing, we remembered that Matt was still in the foyer of our sweet. We both glance at the door to the office – it was wide open. Oh crap. Matt heard us screw like rabbits.

We walk into the foyer, blushing. Matt looks at me, bursts out laughing. I look at him quizzically.

“Maggie, I don’t need to run any blood tests to tell you what’s wrong with you. You’re pregnant!”

I scream in excitement, finally figuring that all the signs I saw/felt were real and that I already knew I was pregnant. I turn to Vinnie to give him a hug; he’s crying and laughing. He said that he’s excited to hear the great news. As I turn to thank Matt, I see that he took his supplies and left to go see the pope.

And that’s the last thing I remember before I passed out.

When the pope texts you, you answer that text!

“Agent, I have been kept waiting long enough. I expected you fifteen minutes ago when you arrived. I demand to see you. Be here in five minutes. Benny,”

“Hey, Vinnie. Wire up. Benny wants to see me in four and a half minutes,” I say to my husband as I tape wires to my torso – under the vest, thin Kevlar and turtleneck. “You’ll get to see him after that. The recordings will go to a recording device for later records.”

After the last piece of electrical tape is attached to both the wires and my torso, I turn to Vinnie and give him a brief kiss and book it to Benny’s rooms. I run a good two minutes before I get to his door. I don’t bother knocking because anyone could’ve heard my combat boots as I ran and since I’m still in motion from running, I skid right into the foyer of the humongous suite.

“Heya, Benny!” I say.

“Maggie, you’re about forty five seconds late. I’ll forgive you because you brought my favorite great grand nephew,” Benny says. “I hear congratulations are in order! I hear that you took Vinnie out of the bachelor life style. I’ve been praying that someone would come along. I was praying that it was you.”

“Thanks,” as I hug Benny. “To tell you the truth, when I think about it, it’s a little….unusual. Did you know that Vinnie was my teacher in high school? I mean, how many students marry their former teachers after a certain amount of time passes so the teacher doesn’t get into trouble? And especially when they’re nineteen years older than the person they marry! Thankfully, Vinnie retired but that doesn’t matter because enough time has passed so it’s fine. I’m still tempted to call him “Mr. Guidicelli”. That’d be a little weird.”

“Mag, do you love your husband? Can you see yourself with him until death parts you? Does he make you a better person? Can you picture yourself having children with him? If any of the answers are “No” then you guys shouldn’t have gotten married. I’d say that at this point if the answer is “No” that I’d take care of the annulment but because Vinnie is my great grand nephew, it’d be a conflict of interest. If any of the answers are “Yes” despite some of the misgivings you feel, then you belong together. I honestly feel that you and Vinnie were brought together for a purpose; to marry each other.”

“I can honestly tell you that all the answers to your questions are a “Yes”. I’ve had a bit of a rough patch a year ago, which he knows nothing about as of yet, but because of his unconditional love for me, I’m beginning to heal and beginning to love someone with such intensity. It’s pretty scary to have this feeling for someone.”

Benny and I chit chat a little bit more about Vinnie and I. I decide to turn the conversation around a little bit to the assassination attempt on his life and how he’s feeling during the recovery.

“Benny, do you realize why I’m really here in Vatican City with my family? Giovanni, Il Camerlango, is a distant cousin of mine. He called me just moments after Vinnie and I got married to inform me of the assassination attempt on your life. I’ve told you many times to go in the Pope mobile and have the windows and doors closed. The fiberglass is bullet proof and bomb proof. I’m glad to see you and that you’re in one piece. The next time you want to see me, just call me on the “pope o phone”. If you can send me a text, you can call me.”

“I figured you were here to help on the case not take it over. You know the Italians of the mainland, Sicily and Sardinia but you don’t know the Vatican City people.”

“Oh, get off it, Benny,” I say getting mad at him. “I know the Vatican City staff as well as I know the Italians, Sicilians and Sardinians. You don’t want me to take over because you’re related to my husband; you’re afraid that it’ll look bad. It sounds like you already know who shot and almost killed you, like it was an inside job! Why can’t you see that I’m here trying to do my job? I am the best of the best! I’m leaving. I’ll send Vinnie in.”

I get up and leave. I take a secret passage from the hallway just outside Benny’s door to the hallway just outside the suite that Vinnie and I are in. I pick the lock and walk in. Vinnie’s a bit shocked that I picked several heavy duty locks in a matter of seconds. I turn off the recording part of my wires. I check Vinnie’s to make sure his is off as well; which it is.

“Dear,” I say as I plop down on the chair taking my boots off and the wires. “I love your uncle but he is one stubborn mule. He refuses to close the windows and doors to the Pope mobile. Refuses to see that I’m the best of the best. He doesn’t want me to take over because I don’t know the people inside the Vatican – that’s a load of crap. It sounded to me like he knew who it was! You’re off to see your uncle. Good luck with the stubborn old mule! I’m going to go check on Mom and Donny.”

I turn to face Vinnie to turn on his wires then I head out the room with the keys and my lock picking kit to see Mom and Donny. I could take the secret passage to their hallway but it takes more time so I just walk five hundred feet down to their suite. I knock on their door and Mom opens up the door and lets me in.

She pours tea for us as I get settle on the couch. Mom and Donny don’t ask me about the conversation that I had with the pope. They know it’d happen after I spoke with Vinnie about his visit and then we’d gather with the Italian team in the morning. In no time at all, jet lag and coming off of adrenaline hits me. I get off the couch and saying good night to Mom and Donny, telling them I’d talk to them once I got some sleep. Besides, Vinnie should be back to our suite soon anyways.

As I closed the door behind me at my suite, I hear a knock. I look out of the peep hole to see who it is. It’s Vinnie. I open the door to let him in. I don’t remember what happened after that, except for waking up in bed with Vinnie and a doctor staring at me.

“Doc,” I say as I’m sitting up. “Any way you can make the room stop spinning? Yeesh! What happened, Vinnie?”

“Babe,” Vinnie says. “After you opened the door for me, you fainted. Someone called the doc to check you out. You’re blood pressure was through the roof. The good doc canceled out pregnancy, dehydration and low sugar. You’ll be on blood pressure medication for a while or at least until the case is over and we get home.”

“No blood pressure medication. The only medicinal thing I’ll take on this case is pain relievers or my migraine medications. I don’t care how many times I pass out; I do NOT want anyone on my back about the blood pressure medication the good quack gives me.”

Everyone kept their mouths shut after my little tirade. I wasn’t proud of my tirade but it got the job done. Instead of calling me Sergente Militare, you can call me “Stubborn”. My poor husband has no idea what he got himself into when he married me. He’s stuck with me, the poor guy.

Mom and Donny leave so Vinnie and I could talk about the conversations we had with his uncle, Benny.

“Your stubborn mule of an uncle knows who sent the assassin but won’t tell me. I can’t tell at this point who sent the assassin and can’t tell who the assassin is with what little information he gave me. I swear Benny is more stubborn than I am. He can’t even thank me for coming out of retirement, calling me over the day we get married, forging a crap load of paperwork to get people with me and can’t thank me for taking the lead on this case. He doesn’t even trust the Swiss Guard to protect him! I don’t know if I can even work on this case with Benny being the way he is at the moment. Maybe his ego is hurt. I don’t know, babe. He’s your uncle!”

“Maggie dear, Benny, according to the family, has always been stubborn and is too proud to ask for help. It’ll take him awhile to thank you. I actually believe he will, eventually, thank you. Hopefully it’s sooner than later. With me, the old coot wouldn’t tell me a damn thing! But then again, I don’t officially work for the FBI and InterPol…so there’s really no reason whatsoever for him to tell me any details of the attempt. What he did talk about, actually complain about, was about the nurses. He said that they were too rough with him when they were changing his bandages and assisting him with the shower and stuff.”

“Oh, sounds like Benny alright. He’s the type of person to find something to complain about. I know those nurses. They’re the ones who were in Russia when I was shot. InterPol sends the nurses and doctors to different locations every twelve to fifteen months. It sucks for them to move around like that. They make friends, find a significant other, get little to no warning of when they’re leaving….leave friends and loved ones behind. Oye. I’ll tell you that they’re not rough when they’re physically handling a patient. They’re tough cookies, they do NOT coddle the patients.”

Vinnie nods in agreement as he takes the wires off, gets undressed and heads to the bathroom to take a shower. I get out of bed slowly since the room is still spinning, not as fast as it was, thankfully. I push the curtain aside a little and step into the shower to join my husband.
Vinnie spins a little as the shower curtain drops back down. He noticed me out of the corner of his eyes and smiles, finally turning around completely to face me. He leans down a little to gently kiss me. I wrap my one hand around the nape of his neck to pull him closer and to deepen the kiss; he obliges.

“Baby,” Vinnie moans as I reach down with my other hand to wrap my other hand around his hardening appendage. “I want to make love to you. I need you so bad.*Moans* Babe, I want to take you on the bed not here.”

“Fine,” I sigh. I quickly shower and get out to dry off. “Hurry up in there. The bed is calling us.”

Vinnie comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stands there for a moment looking at me in all my glory. I see a bulge beginning to form just underneath the towel. I throw him a questioning look.

“Mag, you sure you want to? You fainted less than an hour ago.”

“Of course I want to. You have no idea how badly I want your hands to explore my body and you inside me,” I say as I’m unwrapping the towel from Vin’s waist. “I can see how much you want me.”

Vinnie leads me to the bed, instructing to sit down. I do as he says. As I sit, I reach out in front of me and take his hard appendage in my hand; stroking him. He begins to moan and shake a little but he stops me and pushes me down on the bed so my feet are touching the floor. He spreads my legs a little bit. After swiping his fingers around my wet apex, he inserts three fingers inside me. I moan and getting closer to climaxing as he’s massaging the inside of my apex.

Vinnie instructs me to go further back on the bed so my feet no longer touch the floor. He joins me on the bed, kissing me and massaging the hardened peaks of my breasts. In one hard thrust, Vinnie enters my apex, making me scream in pleasure. His thrusts are steady and slow so I can adjust to eight inch appendage stretching me. I wrap my legs around his waist so he can go deeper.

“Baby,” Vin moans. “I love how tight you are; muscles constricting around me. I could shoot my seed inside you all night.”

“Please do,” I say flipping us over so I’m sliding up and down his thick appendage. “Fill me.”

Vinnie flips us back over so he’s on top. He begins to thrust harder and harder until we climax together; I feel him shooting his seed into me. When he’s done, he rolls off of me.

“Mags?” Vinnie says.

“What is it,” I ask.

“Do you love me?”

“What kind of question is that? I married you!”

“What do you mean by what kind of question is that? I married you because I love you. What I want to know is if you love me too!”

“Oh, Vinnie. You should already know the answer to it. I may not always say the words you want to hear, but let me show you again how much I do…” I say as I guide Vinnie’s appendage inside my core.

We barely had any sleep that night. We were too busy exploring each other’s body. Sometimes we rested in between me showing Vinnie that I love him but for the most part we didn’t sleep. We didn’t care at the moment how tired we’d be while working eighteen hours with the Swiss Guard and the Vatican Police…after all, we ARE on our honeymoon!

Vatican City: Here we come!

There’s a knock on my door. Giuseppe opens the door. Instead of the usual one pillow getting chucked at him for waking me, he gets two. I feel bad….the poor man. He’s doing the job I pay him well for so I shouldn’t feel too bad for him.

“’Sup, ‘Seppe?” I ask him as he’s rolling his eyes. “Hey, boss. Go see your wife, ok?? I’ll give you a heads up of when I, we, need your services again. The Italian flight crew will put this baby to bed….they don’t do as good of a job as you do, but then again, I don’t pay them!”

Giuseppe laughs at my silliness, knowing I need to crack a joke to lighten up.

“Margherita,” Giuseppe calls me by the Italian version of my name as he hugs me. “Why did your Italian mother allow you to have the French version of your name? I’ll never know. I pray that you stay safe on this case. Your husband needs you but so does your little one.”

I stare at him. I don’t know what he’s thinking but each cabin is sound proof so I have no idea how he knows what Vinnie and I did but then again, everyone on board knows we just got married….so there’s nothing to imagine. It’s now my turn to roll my eyes. I promise him that I’ll be as safe as I can, making no guarantees. Last time “Seppe” was with me, I had a bullet get lodged in me.

“My love,” I say to Vinnie. “I know that you are concerned about your uncle and how he’s doing. I promise you’ll get to see him soon. But before either of us go see him, I need to get wires on the both of us. He may tell us two different things. He’s more likely to tell me the facts and with you, he’d play down the injuries he sustained. I want to talk to him first to see what he can tell me before you speak with him. I know that you want to come with me but right now, I would like you to assist Mom and Donny in finding rooms. Il Camerlango will show you guys where to go.

How you see me now is nervous energy and being more scared than I need to. I have three people who aren’t professionals but people I dearly love and can’t live without. When I’m officially working, which will happen after speaking with Il Papa, I will be a person you don’t know. I am demanding, tough, occasionally rude. Are you familiar with: “Sergente Militare”? I get called “Drill Sergeant”. I want to let you know that I’m not going to show any preferential treatment to you, Mom or Donny. You guys are my family but I can’t show any favoritism.  Mom and Donny have already seen me when Quantico has its training and graduation. I am much harder on these guys than I am on the recruits in my classes – one infraction, no matter how small – they get kicked off the team either temporarily or permanently. When I am Sergente Militare, please don’t be offended with how I treat you.

Please know that my love for you and our marriage is far more important than this case. I know it doesn’t seem like that at the moment, I know. IF I get to end this case alive, I’m retiring from the field work. I may have to go the office but I’m never going to be Lead on a case again. It’s too much of a risk for the both of us and for our future family”.

Vinnie wraps me in his arms again. I wish we could’ve come to Italy when it didn’t have to involve a case. There’s a gentle knock on the door knowing that it’s Mom. I tell her to come in, Donny follows her in.

”Mags,” Mom says. “It’s time. Giuseppe had Customs come on board so we could get to the Papal Palace faster. They need you, baby girl. Show them Sergente Militare. Tell them: “Io sono di Napoli” and Grampy’s last name.

“Madre,” I say. “They know me already. They call me Sergente Militare to my face. Giuseppe told them that it’s in regards of the pope. The Customs agents fear me already, knowing that I can get them fired faster than they can call their mistresses – which their wives know about

“Ciao, agenti. Benvenuti a bordo del mio jet privato. Ecco il lavoro di ufficio per tutte le armi. Famiglia, si prega di passare i vostri passaporti agli agenti. Essi mettere un timbro all'interno e quando siamo pronti per partire l'aereo, ci daranno i nostri passaporti indietro. Signori, io non ho intenzione di parlare con il tuo capo su come ottenere la mia schiena quando la mia famiglia si loro, posso? Sarebbe un peccato se l'ho fatto perché tutti voi sarebbe senza lavoro, senza un modo per sostenere le vostre mogli, figli, amanti e figli dei vostri amanti '” I tell the agents, looking at Vinne to have him translate for Mom and Donny.

“Mags told the agents: ‘Hello, Agents. Welcome aboard my private jet. Here is the paperwork for all the weapons. Family, please pass your passports to the agents. They will put a stamp inside and when we are ready to depart the plane, they will give us our passports back. Gentlemen, I am not going to speak to your boss about getting mine back when my family gets theirs, do I? It would be a shame if I did because all of you would be out of a job, without a way to support your wives, children, mistresses and your mistresses' children’. Serafina, Donny, please hand over your passports to the agents,” Vinnie translated for me.

Mom and my big brother look at me awe. They are surprised how much of a Sergente Militare I am. They haven’t seen anything like that when I was growing up. Five minutes later, we receive our passports back. I’m the one that gets the dirty look. I laugh. The Italian flight team on board and helps us carry our luggage and weapons off the plain. They go first, then me, then Mom and Donny with Vinnie. As soon as I’m on the tarmac, I see my cousin, Il Camerlango. I screech like a monkey to get his attention. He turns around, I drop my stuff and we run to meet each other.

“John Joseph,” I say to my poor cousin, knowing that he hates his American name (it sounds plain to him). “Fine, Giovanni Giuseppe. Look at you! You look, um, ravishing!”

He laughs at me knowing that I’m partially joking. He knows he’s an attractive man – he has a mistress that the Church doesn’t know about but the pope does. Weird but whatever.

We catch up as I introduce him to my husband of twelve hours. He shakes Vinnie’s hand and welcomes him to the “La Familiga” and greats Mom and Donny, telling Mom that she could pass as my younger sister. Mom laughs and tells him that a priest shouldn’t lie. They laugh.

Giovanni hands me the keys to my custom made military H3. It has tinted windows with slight tinting on the front windshield; it is bullet proof, bomb proof, grenade proof….well, everything proof. Ok, I take that back…it is NOT garlic proof. Garlic, in any amount, is welcomed inside this beast. I swear no matter how much Febreeze we use or how long the beast airs out, the scent of garlic still lingers.

Everyone opens the doors to my H3 and get a good whiff of my one true love….Garlic. I have to admit to Vinnie that I’m cheating on him with garlic, pasta and pizza. Don’t think he’ll mind but I’ll mind if he asks me to share.

“Welcome to the Garlic Beast,” I tell everyone as they climb in. “The scent of garlic won’t leave you until you’ve washed from head to toe, oh, about one hundred times. Kidding, people, kidding! Off to see the Papal Palace. It’s going to be a long night. See if you can get some rest after unpacking.”

I set the dashboard navigational thingy with the Vatican City as our destination. I hit a few more buttons and we’re on our way using the Auto Pilot technology that’s used in planes. I turn around to talk to my family. Mom yelps. I look at her and tell her that it’s on Auto Pilot. She looks like she’s ready to pass out. I tell her its fine….I’ve done this a thousand times. Ok, so in reality, just twice. What she doesn’t know won’t kill her.

As we leave the airport, we pick up a police escort so we can get to the papal palace sooner. Thankfully the private airport we landed at was fifteen minutes from the papal palace but with the escort it took us close to eight minutes. Using the Auto Pilot was a good idea because I was beginning to getting tense. From the front passenger seat next to me, Vinnie reaches over to hold my hand. I feel comforted but still pretty tense.

Once we arrive, Mom, Donny and Giovanni hop out. Vinnie was still holding my hand.

“Marguerite,” Vin says. “I know you’re tense already and have been preparing the three of us with the information that we need. That must be extra stress for you that you don’t need. Baby girl, I’m here with you every step of the way. You may be the boss on the case, but I am your husband. I am going to make sure that you get more than an hour of sleep a night; I’m going to make sure that you eat. I’m also going to make sure that I spend time with my wife and not my boss.”

I roll my eyes and hop out of the Beast. I need to get the Beast unloaded so I can see Pope Benedict XVI whom I affectionately call “Benny”. Haven’t seen him in almost eighteen months. I’m not allowing myself the guilt trip. The last year I was retired and still recovering from the gunshot wound and surgery.

Giovanni shows Mom and Donny a suite that they’ll share; both rooms are twice the size of their own apartments back home. They’ll share a kitchen. As Giovanni shows Vinnie and me to our suite, my “pope – o – phone” vibrates for a second then stops. I open the phone and see that Benny has sent me a text message. I think I received the first text from a pope ever!

“Agent, I have been kept waiting long enough. I expected you fifteen minutes ago when you arrived. I demand to see you. Be here in five minutes. Benny,”

A long night of work

The four of us, Vinnie, Don, Mom and I, are now in a private jet ready to fly out to the Vatican City. Just moments after the brief (three minute) ceremony, my “Italy phone” rang – it’s the phone I use to contact people I worked with in Italy. It was the Camerlango – the pope’s “assistant”….and a distant cousin of mine.

“Cousin, could you have called me tomorrow? I just got married,” I said to Giovanni.

“Cugino, è molto importante. Il papa è stato quasi assassinato. Abbiamo bisogno di te qui a lavorare con la nostra gente. Il Santo Padre ha bisogno del suo nipote Vincenzo. Portatelo. Fategli preparare "Requiem". Chiamami prima di volare in modo abbiamo qualcuno a riportarvi al palazzo papale” Giovanni tells me in rapid Italian.

“I need to get some stuff together and get clearance to fly with my weapons. I’ll bring my husband, Vincenzo, with me. There will be two extra people with us. When we land, I need to see the pope first then the team. Don’t bother calling my husband. I’ll tell him when we’re in the air” I say then hang up.

Vinnie looks at me with a questioning look. I knew he heard my conversation with Il Camerlango.  I gather my brother, mother and husband. I invite the judge to the circle.

“Bro, call Seamus. I need two drivers. One will take you and Mom to your apartments. Grab what you need – just the necessities. Meet us back at the condo in an hour. I’ll make sure you get escorted to your apartments and then to our condo. Mom, call the bank – you know which one – give them this number” I start to scrawl down for her, “Tell them that ALL four of us are on the way and need access to the vault and we need privacy. Vinnie, something’s going on in the Vatican that we both need to be there. Giovanni, the Camerlango, wants you to prepare Requiem. Jude, I need you to witness me giving my family FBI and InterPol authorization, powers, weapons and badges so the four of us are legal. After we’re all legal, Vinnie and I will head to the condo to meet the two of you there – on the way to the condo, I’ll be calling the airport to give us clearance to fly with our weapons. The four of us need to go the bank and enter the vault together. I’ll give everyone the details on the way there” I tell everyone.

The judge, Judge Jude Reinhold (name changed, NOT the actor), watched me give my family the FBI and InterPol clearance, authorization etc. We thanked the judge and ran downstairs to meet Seamus and the other driver.

“Seamus, you’re getting escorts to my brother’s and mother’s apartments then to my condo. I need them to get back to me safely. Vinnie and I’ll use the other driver. I only trust you with my family. Go!”

We get into the limo with the other driver. I close the partition and pull out my gadgets to make sure that I can make a private call to the airport without my conversation being recorded.

“Hello. This is Federal Agent Marguerite Guidicelli formerly Federal Agent Smythe. My badge number is  FA 7511283. I need clearance to fly out of the country to the Vatican City, Italy. I need clearance for three other new agents. We’re all flying out with our FBI issue weapons. Expect is us in about two hours” I hang up.

I turn to Vinnie to apologize for going on a case moments after our ceremony. Before I could say anything, Vinnie practically rips off my trench coat and takes off my skirt. This is getting hot. I unbuckle and unzip his pants as he’s now kissing my neck. He pulls me onto his lap…I squirm in the small back seat to straddle his hips. I look at Vinnie. He’s got lust in his eyes. I take his hard, thick appendage in my hands and guided him to the apex of my thighs. I slowly slide down his appendage to slowly torture him. He begins to moan.

“My love, I need to be inside you so bad. I am going to explode soon if you don’t stop torturing me,” Vinnie now pauses then begins to moan again. “Ride me, my love. Make me explode inside you, filling you. I’m going to get you pregnant today.”

Vinnie doesn’t need to tell me twice. I start to ride him faster, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. He grabs my hips to stop me for a second; Vinnie leans forward to suck one of my breasts. He starts guiding me up and down his hard shaft again.

He starts to nibble my breast. I moan and a flood of wetness flows from the apex of my thighs. I’m on the brink of climaxing and so is he. He flips me onto my back and pulls his shaft out of me. With my legs still open, he leans down to kiss and lick the apex. I begin to scream. Me screaming in pleasure gets my husband turned on even more. He straddles me like I did him and his shaft penetrates the apex of my thighs. He’s lost all control as he ravishes me. We climax together. I feel him shooting baby batter into me.

When he’s done, he twists me so that I’m kneeling on the floor of the limo, my legs are spread and my breasts are on the cool leather seats. His still hard shaft penetrates the sore apex of my thighs. I gasp in slight pain. He starts to thrust gently, reaching both arms around me to squeeze my breasts. He squeezes a little harder than he did before. It feels so good.

“Harder,” I moan. “Everything harder. Oh, God, yes!! Even harder!”

We climax together again. I feel him shooting more baby batter into me. We disconnect and get dressed again. As I’m putting my trench coat back on, the partition slides down. The driver gives us a wink. Vinnie blushes, I laugh. We pull up to the condo. We tell the driver to pull into the driveway and wait for us in case we need to meet Mom and Donny on the way to the bank.

“Vinnie, pack what you need….clothes, shaving stuff, toiletries and various versions of Requiem. Grab your phone charger just in case. You may not even need this phone at all” I tell him.

I leave to gather paperwork to fill out for all our weapons that I put in the vault six months ago. It’s more paperwork than I have to fill out when writing a report on a case. I grab all my phones and charges. I pack jeans and tops, undercover gear, clubbing outfits and enough make up to put a drag queen to shame. Vinnie looks at me like he’s telling me just the necessities. What he doesn’t know is that what I’m packing IS the necessities.

As we roll our luggage out to the limo, Mom and Don arrive. We load everything into Seamus’ limo and squeeze in. The other driver leaves. I explain that we’re going to a vault inside a bank to get the passports I already prepared six months ago and FBI issue weapons. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m crazy. They’re all asking me questions, speaking over each other.

“I told Il Camerlango that I was going to tell you guys on the flight over but I might as well tell you now. There was an assassination attempt on the pope. Vinnie is the pope’s great nephew. I need to go because Il Camerlango trusts no one but me. He wants Vinnie to be here because the pope requested it. I will have a team already getting set up for me to work with the moment we land. Vinnie will see to you guys getting comfortable and get rooms at the papal palace. I will talk to the pope. When I’m done, I will meet with my Italian team. Once they debrief me with the situation, I’m taking the three of you to the shooting range so you all know how to shoot your guns. I am unsure if you’ll need to fire but you will have a field test of your skills as well as being tested at shooting at a silhouette on paper. In order to carry and shoot your weapons on Italy, you need to pass BOTH tests. I will teach you what I can. Here we are. Ok, everyone give me one more second. Before we enter, here are the id’s I prepared for you. They are to get us into the vault, we leave them with the guard. I will be the only one recognized as a federal agent there so I will carry the weapons out. The passports and Italian ID’s that are waiting for you have to be hidden in your clothes very well. I will help you with that. No more questions until we land in Italy. Let’s go, guys!”

We climb out and enter. We show our id’s and get escorted into the vault. I tell the guard in Polish to leave the door mostly closed for privacy. He nods in understanding. I take the key from my necklace and open the vault. I check the weapons and the bullets to make sure everything’s there and in working order. I take another key from the bottom of my shoe to open the box that’s inside the vault. I take out the passports and handing them out. I gesture that the passports get hidden in underwear. The credit cards I take with me are now on my body. The paperwork I take with me as well.

“Guard, jesteśmy gotowi. Nadszedł czas, aby eskortować nas do przodu, więc możemy odebrać nasze identification” I tell the guard.

He brings us to the front. He’s now edgy since I spoke to him in his native language. He knows that I know who he is. I tell him to calm down or his boss will notice. I tell him to trust me. We come across his boss. I quickly read the guard’s name tag.

“Thank you, Boris, for your efficiency and your respect to our privacy. Here is my business card. I can offer you a better job that you deserve with the FBI. We can bring your family here, your boss cannot. Call me” I say calling the guard by his Witness Protection name. His boss gave me a dirty look for trying to “steal” Boris from him.

We get into the limo and Seamus speeds us off to the airport. He parks at the private entrance for federal agents. We get our passports out. I give Seamus my old one with my maiden name on it. I tell him to burn it immediately. I told my family that I prepared this passports in hope that they’d join me and that I’d be married to Vinnie weeks before our emergent flight out instead of just hours before.

We board the jet. I tell them that the jet is mine. I told them to find a private cabin and place their luggage in there….I pull Vinnie aside and tell him to find the cabin furthest from my mother and brother. He nods in agreement. I find my pilot, Giuseppe, to ask him to file with FSA for us to fly to Switzerland than Italy. He said that he already did and that we’re ready to take off in five minutes. I call Il Camerlango.

“Cugino, voglio farvi sapere che stiamo volando in circa cinque minuti. Abbiamo intenzione di fare una sosta in Svizzera. Ti chiamerò qualche minuto prima di lasciare lì” I tell Giovanni.

After hanging up, I go into the galley to make sandwiches for everyone. My brother gives me a dirty look when I hand him a glass of milk. I tell him to deal with milk now but can drink sparingly when in Italy but only with meals. When everyone is done, Giuseppe tells us that we’re about to take off so we buckle up. We’re in the air just seconds later. This is why I have Giuseppe as my pilot. He gets me to where I need to get as fast as he can.

I take my seatbelt off and follow Vinnie to our cabin. I hop into the shower – yes there’s a private shower in this cabin – Vinnie joins me moments later. We dry off and change into pj’s.

I go out to where my mother and brother are. I tell them to get some rest and that we’re going to have a long twenty four hours ahead of is and not sure when we’ll be able to sleep again. I sneak into the galley to get a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes to bring back to my cabin with me.

“My love, could you pop – “ I start saying to Vinnie. He turns around and walks over taking the champagne and the flutes from me, placing them on the dresser next to us. He takes my hand and leads me to bed.

“My wife, my love. Twice today we had a quickie. You are so much more than that to me. Tonight, I am going to take my time with you. I’m going to love every glorious inch of your body. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve. I want to show you how much I love you, “ Vinnie tells me.

We lock the door, take off our clothes and lie down on our bed. Vinnie starts kissing me softly parting my lips with his and deepens the kiss. He slowly slides his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues tango for a long time before I start feeling Vinnie’s hands running down my sides and ending at my hips. He reaches between my legs inside the apex and inserts several fingers inside me. I moan. His fingers inside me start to massage; I immediately feel liquid flow to my apex. I tell him to penetrate me with his shaft but he continues to massage with me with his fingers. He leans over my breasts and begins to suck and nibble one as he massages the other. I can tell that tonight’s the night he’s getting me pregnant. I can’t wait.

I begin to moan in pleasure as I take his growing shaft in my hand. I slide my hand up and down his shaft until he starts to moan. He takes his fingers out of me and spreads my legs. He straddles me and adjusts himself over me. In one quick thrust, his thick shaft is inside of me. He begins to move inside of me slowly. I beg him to go faster but instead he still is slow but thrusts a little harder. I begin to moan. I put my legs around his waist so he’s closer to my center. He thrusts deeper now. I moan louder and run my nails down his back. He tilts my hips up and forward to go even deeper.

He thrusts become harder and faster, his sucking and nibbling of my breasts are rougher. I can tell he’s close to exploding.

“My love, lose control. It feels so good. My love, I’m close. Fill me now” I tell Vinnie. We climax together. I feel him filling me. Tonight’s the night I know he got me pregnant.

I have to be careful on this case and go back into retirement after this case…retirement from the field that is. I need to be home to take care of my family the way that my Italian ancestors did before me- staying at home with the children.

We fall asleep. What seems like only a few minutes, I was woken by a knock on the door. I go to open the door, I find Giuseppe at the door. He wanted to let me know that we were going to land in Switzerland in the next half hour. I thanked him then went to wake up my snoring husband. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m married but then again it’s only been a number of hours.

“Darling, it’s time to wake up. We’re landing in Switzerland soon. I’m going to wake up Mom and Donny. I need to have a pow wow with you guys before we land” I tell Vinnie.

I hop into the shower for a quick shower to in order to be more alert and focused. I get dressed in loose fitting black pants with lots of pockets, a tight fitting black ribbed turtleneck shirt, a thin Kevlar vest (not as effective as regular bulky Kevlar), a black vest and black combat boots that I had custom made for me. I was going to wait until we landed in Italy to put on my black scully cap. My hair is soaking wet, I’d rather have my hair naturally before I French braid it.

By the time I’m dressed, my husband, mother and brother were in the seats waiting for me to have a meeting with them.

“Sorry for the delay, guys. I needed to get into most of my gear before we land. Switzerland, as we know, is a neutral country. Each time I took an FBI team to Europe, we always flew here, refueled, go through customs and then fly to the country where the InterPol needed us. I have FBI jackets to make the three of you look official to go along with me. At Customs, they speak many languages here, obviously. Mom, Donny, the both of you speak Italian pretty well but please let me speak. I spent a total of eight years all over Italy and learned to speak different dialects. Vinnie, I’m going to need with some translations. I have to explain to Customs here that I’m here again as the Lead on the team of rookies. My Italian isn’t as perfect as it used to be plus I speak other languages, I end up using the right words with the wrong language and wrong conjugation.

I had the flight crew get you similar clothing as I’m wearing right now before we got to the airport. Going in and out of Customs in Switzerland and Italy we need to match….from our scully caps down to foot wear. I know, Mom, it is better to look good than it is to feel good; but in this case it’s more important to dress for the job than to feel good.

Also, I know we won’t get a chance to get solid sleep in the next twenty four hours. This happens all the time when on a case. With this information, there will be a major change in what we eat as well as how often we eat. Of course we’ll have the “typical” Italian food delivered but we need to stay with grilled chicken, brown rice, trail mix…..we can have carbs but healthy carbs – such as brown rice. I’ve learned as Lead on a case, the more healthy we eat, the more focused we are. We eat small meals every two to three hours. Coffee is good to drink just spread evenly throughout the day. Alcohol is limited when we’re off the clock – which is rare.

We work out when we can. There’s a lot of stress in this job and I’ve known many people who’ve burned out fast or even killed themselves due the stress. Exercise will help reduce stress but not relieve it. There is also no smoking. You’ll see the Italian team smoke like chimneys but they know when I’m to work with them, the either go outside to smoke or they don’t smoke at all. If they decide to go outside for a smoke break, they’re only allowed three smoke breaks per thirty hours on duty.” I tell my ‘team’.

I gather the passports for the four of us since I’m responsible just for us. I gather the paperwork for the weapons as well so we can go through customs here then fly to Italy. Giuseppe and the flight crew will take care of themselves.

It was easy to go through customs and didn’t need Vinnie as much to help with translating. We board the refueled jet. The flight is another two hours from here but we won’t take off for another three hours. I suggest to Vinnie, Mom and Donny to get more rest. At this point I knew I couldn’t rest or sleep. I gather paperwork for the weapons again. I sort the weapons with paperwork – each weapon has to be labeled for each person that is using that weapon. The proper paperwork has to be with the specific weapon. The serial numbers on the papers have to match the serial numbers on the weapons. If one digit is off, we’d be stuck in Italian Customs for another eight hours. With the assassination attempt on the pope, we didn’t have eight hours.

Once I get everything together for the paperwork and weapons, I call my cousin Giovani to tell him that we have a three hour delay due to weather but will call him again before the flight. Once off the phone, I organize my passport, my FBI credit cards in my (married) name in one pile, my bags. I make a pile for each person with their belongings. It’s important as a Lead to make sure that your team has everything that is needed and required of them.

I go back into the galley, I gather ingredients needed to make tuna fish sandwiches for the four of us. I put each sandwich in a plastic bag and then into the fridge. I get breath mints ready. I learned a long time ago that it isn’t nice to be in close quarters with people with tuna breath. It gets a bit ugly. Finally the weather is clear enough for us to continue our flight. I call Giovanni again.

I begin to pace the plane. My pacing is making Vinnie nervous. I tell him that I do it to keep my nerves at bay, go through different possible scenarios we may encounter. I share with him the one scenario that scares me the most.

“Vin, in my mind, I go through every possible scenario I can think of. The first few nights that I’m on a case, my poor bunkmate has to put up with me. The scenarios play out in my dreams. The worst scenario that the three of you can encounter is me dying. I’ve been close to it more than once,” I say referring to last year’s scenario that caused me into early retirement. “I’ve suffered from both hyperthermia and hypothermia. I’ve been severely dehydrated when working in 110 degree weather. I’ve survived the ugliest things except death. With the assassination attempt on your uncle’s life, the assassin will come for me first. I’ll be the prime target not because I am American but because I am the one leading the team. They take out the strongest first to leave the weak ones. If the assassin finds any family connection between you and your uncle, you’ll be second on the list….right behind me.

If I die while working on this case, take my mom and my brother and go straight to the American embassy. You guys still have your American passports. I no longer have mine. It’s been destroyed. I’m using my Italian American dual citizenship passport. Leave me here. Use the embassy to go home. Take care of my mother and brother. After a certain amount of time has passed, marry again. I want you to be happy when I’m gone,” I say to Vinnie.

I leave our cabin and begin to pace again. Twenty more minutes before we land in Italy. One hour after landing, we’ll finally be through customs. Twenty minutes after that, we’ll be on our way to the Vatican City. I go back to the cabin. With one look between Vinnie and I, I walk over to the bed.

“Babe,” I tell him. “Hold me.”

“My love, I will hold you forever,” he replies.

I fall asleep in my husband’s arms for the shortest twenty minutes of my life. It’s going to be one hell of a long night tonight.

A wedding

Vinnie and I over slept yesterday morning and missed Mass. I hopped out of bed, showered, brushed my teeth and started my morning with my beloved Starbucks brewing. I raided the fridge to make omlets. I knew my stomach was going to kill me later. I found ham, cheese, red, yellow & green peppers and onions. I found tobasco sauce in the cabinet. I made a plain ham and cheese omlet for myself. I have a love – hate relationship with dairy products….dairy loves me, I hate it (I’m lactose intolerant)….for my Vinnie, I make him a massive (and spicy) omlet. After placing our plates and coffee on the tray to bring up to our room.

“È ora di svegliarsi, il mio amore (Time to wake up, my love). I have breakfast and coffee” I say to Vinnie.

“I thought you said you weren’t fluent in Italian, Principessa!” Vinnie replies knowing that I spent several years in Italy when I was on a case with the FBI and the InterPol.

I smile, handing him his coffee and omlet. He knows that when I cook, that’s usually a sign that there’s something I need to tell him.

“Babe, I wanted to talk to you a little more about that case we talked about yesterday. I got Bobby involved. I needed someone I could trust to help with phones so he came in as a consult on the case. Like I said, the kidnapper had kidnapped someone famous. The kidnapper, as it turns out, to be my former partner with the FBI. He was taking his frustration out on me since I was always being the team leader on 99 % of the cases after my first year. He’d been with the FBI for over ten years and had never been the lead on a case.

Bobby was working on some wiring for something when I walked in. Jordan, my former partner, knew Bobby was trying to help me….He started to threaten your brother when I walked into the room. I immediately understood what was going on. Jordan aimed his personal weapon at Bob. I went to tackle your brother…Jordy followed us with the gun, aiming at your brother and fired a shot….the bullet hitting me instead of your brother. Once I confirmed that Bobby wasn’t hit and was ok, I ripped my shirt to make a tourniquet. The rest of the team subdued Jordan and I got transported to the closest hospital. You know the rest.

I swore your brother to secrecy. Four months later you surprised me with the trip to Limon. There was no way I could’ve gone with the lack of range of movement with my arm and shoulder. I wanted to give up but Bobby fought me every time on it. When I finally was released from the hospital in Russia – can you believe Bobby traveled to Russia for a consultation job? – and got home, I didn’t want you to see me bandaged up from my neck down to my rib cage. I wanted to heal most of the way before I saw you again.

It took Bobby’s sudden death for us to see each other again. As sad as I am and how much I’ll miss Bobby, I am happy to be back in your life again” I tell Vinnie. He’s crying.

I move our empty plates and mugs to the tray on the dresser. I climb back into bed with Vinnie to hold him. We eventually fall back asleep until 1 pm. I climb out of bed, grab my phone and quietly leave the room.

I call Minerva to hold the request on the FBI issued weapon & FBI badge and to give me a temporary identification pass. I explain that I’m marrying Vinnie tomorrow and after the ceremony, I’m filing paperwork to change my last name to his; once my last name is changed, I’ll need a permanent ID badge for myself and a temporary one for Vin. She confirms that it’s not a problem.

I go back into the bedroom to take the tray out and head back into the kitchen to clean up. I was too lazy to hand wash everything so I threw everything into the dishwasher. After cleaning up, I head back into the room to wake Vinnie but he’s already up. I can tell he has questions for me.

“Did Lisa know what happened? With the time that you spent in Russia and all the time Bobby spent with you during your rehab here, did she think he was cheating on her? Was there anything between you and Bobby? Like romantically?” Vinnie asks.

“Babe, slow down. Bobby only told Lisa what she needed to know before the trip. On his way back with the team, we went back to Quantico for debriefing. He was told that he was only allowed to tell her that he worked as a consult with the FBI and helped take down a kidnapper. Lisa loves and trusts Bobby. She always knew that Bobby would NEVER cheat on her especially with me. There was nothing romantic going on between your brother & I. We often joked around with me calling him “Uncle” Bobby. I’m rather surprised at you, Vin, for asking me if I was romantically involved with your brother. Yes, I spent time with him in Russia but that was a professional relationship. Before Russia and after Russia, we had a familial relationship with him having multiple roles; uncle, brother, father and sometimes “child” because of his moments of immaturity. You should know me better than that” I tell Vinnie.

I get up, change into my running clothes, grab my house key & phone and leave without telling Vin where I’m going….I don’t even know where I was planning on going. All I knew is that I had to get out of the condo and take a run. Boy, men can sure be childish and jealous over the silliest things.

My feet ended up taking me to Brooklyn and back…the last three blocks back to the condo, I walked to lower my heart beat and to control my breathing. I unlock the door and go in walking right past Vinnie, not acknowledging him. I go upstairs to take another shower and to brush my teeth. I have OCD when it comes to brushing my teeth – I have to brush my teeth before AND after each run.

After the shower and brushing my teeth, I check my email. There was nothing important. I Google search the application that Vinnie and I need to fill out while in Italy in order to become Italian citizens – I easily fill his out because I know his information better than he does….he doesn’t even know what blood type he has. I put three pictures with the forms in an envelope. One picture is of me alone, one is of Vinnie alone and the last picture is of Vinnie & I curled up on the couch together, looking at each other, smiling. I put the envelope in my briefcase so I can drop it off at the post office on my way to the FBI building on my way in.

I head into the kitchen to grab some water before going to bed for a nap. I’m so tired, I fall asleep on top of the made bed in the spare room. I didn’t want to deal with Vinnie and his assumptions that I had a romantic relationship with his brother. Vinnie came in sometime during the night to place a blanket on me so I wouldn’t get cold.

This morning, I call Minerva to tell her that I was sick & not coming in until next week. I’ve been vomiting since I woke up – I tend to do that what I have too much phlegm in my lungs. I know that I’m not pregnant; at least not yet anyways.

After being sick, I brush my teeth and go back to bed in the spare room. I’m still upset at Vinnie for his assumption that I was romantically involved with his married brother. I hear a knock on the door so I feign sleep but I know that Vinnie knows I’m awake.

“My love, you have every right to be mad at me. I shouldn’t have assumed that you and Bobby had something going on. I know that you’re not into married men….unless it’s your husband. I am SO sorry, my love” Vinnie said.

I mumble to him to go away, that it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. He chuckles and gets a little bit pink. He walks over and kisses me on my forehead, reminding that I need to get ready so we can get married.

My phone vibrates. It’s a text from Mom. She lets me know that it’s just going to be her and my brother, Donny, for the wedding and they can’t take us out to lunch afterwards. I tell her that I’m more than ok with just her and my brother at the wedding and that Vin and I were planning on coming home after the brief ceremony anyways. Mom made a winking emoticon to let me know that she understands.

I grab some clothes from my suitcase; I’m too lazy to unpack. I pull out my favorite skirt and my favorite red blouse like shirt. The blouse like shirt is red and so low cut my breasts fall out. Yeah, Vinnie’s not going to be able to stop staring at the girls during the ceremony. My skirt comes to my mid thigh. I look out the window before leaving the room. It’s drizzling so I throw on my trench coat – not to stay dry but to hide what I’m wearing.

I open the door and see my fiancé, almost husband, in the hallway holding daisies, the flower I was named after. Marguerite is French for “daisy”. He leans down to kiss me on my cheek but I turn my head slightly so our mouths meet. I open my mouth slightly to deepen the kiss and slip my tongue inside his mouth. I feel his arousal. I tell him to take me. He tells me we don’t have the time; I convince him we have time for a quickie.

He pushed me against the wall as I unzip his khakis. He lifts my skirt up to pull my thongs off but there’s nothing underneath my skirt. He moans. He thrusts inside me; I scream in pleasure. He stops until I tell him to hurry up. Good Lord, I’m in trouble the next time I tell him to hurry up as he screws me senseless. I can’t stop moaning and screaming as his juices get pumped into me. We climax together then rearrange our clothes and hair.

We hop into the SUV and here we are, just in time for our 10:45 am ceremony. We smelled like lust and sex. I take off my trench coat, Vinnie seeing how I was dressed for the first time – my trench coat was on while we had the quickie in the hallway. He pulls me against him to tell me how much he wants me again. I tell him that I already know because I can feel his arousal again.

It’s time for a wedding.