“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.
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