Cosimo chuckled and glanced in the rearview, removing her hand and kissing it. “I like your thinking, but the realtor is here.”
“Oops. Sorry for the blue balls. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Yeah, you will,” Cosimo leered, and she giggled.
“Come on, let’s go meet this guy.”
The house was a sprawling rustic farmhouse that was in need of modernization, but Biba loved the naturalness of the property. It fit perfectly into this little corner, surrounded by woods and with its own beach down a flight of stone steps carved into the small cliff.
She held Cosimo’s hand, squeezing it whenever she saw something she liked, which was often. The walls were sun-bleached stone; the windows had wooden shutters and billowing white drapes; the floors were beautifully tiled.
The realtor, a young blonde man in his late twenties called Lucio, was a smooth salesman, and a flirt. At first Biba didn’t mind so much, her hand in Cosimo’s making clear their relationship, but after a while, she started to feel uncomfortable with the man’s attentions.
“Are all Italian realtors like this?” she whispered.
Cosimo rolled his eyes. “No, I think he’s sweet on you. Ignore it, baby.”
Despite Lucio’s creepiness, Biba and Cosimo knew they had found their home. When Cosimo asked the price, Lucio’s demeanor changed from flirty to business-like, going through the financial information. “Come into the office tomorrow, and we can start the process. I assume it’s just the two of you at the moment?”
Biba didn’t want to tell him, but Cosimo didn’t see her loaded glance. “We’re expecting a child in six months. Our son is at college in the States and won’t be living with us full-time. But the farmhouse is perfect for raising a family.”
Lucio’s eyes dropped to Biba’s stomach. “I see. Well, congratulations…” He looked slightly confused. “Your son is at college?” Again, he studied Biba. She got irked.
“Cosimo’s son, my stepson.” As if it were any of this guy’s business, but she hated the way he was subtly highlighting the age difference between her and Cosimo. His expression was that of someone wondering why someone closer to his own age was with a much older man.
Cosimo had apparently noticed, too. “If we could concentrate on the property?” His voice was cold, and instantly Lucio, seeing his commission disappear, switched back to his role.
“Of course.” They arranged to meet him in the office in the city the next day and then got back into Cosimo’s car. Biba could feel Lucio watching her and was glad when they were out of his sight.
Cosimo looked over and took her hand. “You okay?”
“That guy was a creep.”
“Yup. Look, I can go alone to the office tomorrow, if you like?”
Biba smiled at him. “No, it’s okay. I’m not going to let that idiot ruin the moment for us. God, Cos, that place…it’s heaven.”
Cosimo nodded. “Everything I ever dreamed of, Beebs. When I imagined us living in Italy, it’s almost a carbon copy of what I had in my head.”
“I know. How soon do you think we could move in?”
Cosimo grinned at her excitement. “As soon as possible. I can see you’re anxious to start nesting.”
“And building the sex dungeon.”
He laughed. “And that.”
The next day, however, Biba wished she had taken Cosimo up on his offer. Lucio was even creepier than the day before and worse, he was patronizing. “Well, the little lady seems very pleased with the place.”
Biba looked around. “Which little lady?” She said, making Cosimo smirk at her sarcasm.
Lucio smiled smoothly. “Are you excited to move in?”
Something about the way he asked such a seemingly innocent question made her skin crawl. You’re overreacting. She ignored him and let Cosimo answer for her.
“We’d like to move in as soon as possible. I’m willing to pay more to facilitate a quick exchange of contracts.”
“Fine.” Lucio tapped some details into his laptop and a half hour later they walked out into the sun with a tentative schedule.
They found a small trattoria on a sunny street and sat outside, sipping cold juice, talking about their new home. Biba was excited to buy furniture and furnishings. Cosimo grinned at her. “I’ll leave all of that to you, baby. I’m kinda useless when it comes to that.” He got up, bending to kiss her. “Gotta pee. Be right back.”
Biba picked at the salad in front of her and gazed around the little street. There weren’t many people—Cosimo had known where to avoid the crowds, and Biba closed her eyes and sat back, stroking her hands over her bump, relaxing, soaking in the vitamin D from the sunlight.
She felt someone walking too close past her chair, and fingertips being trailed along the back of her neck. Biba opened her eyes expecting to see Cosimo sitting back down, but his chair was empty. The hair pricked on her neck, and she glanced around. She caught a flash of blonde hair as someone disappeared around the corner, and a sharp jolt of adrenaline went through her. What the hell?
The touch had been too deliberate to be just a coincidence. Biba felt sick. Seriously? It wasn’t enough that she got catcalls and creepy realtors coming on to her, she now had to put up with being touched? Her feminist hackles were up, and her face was grim as she saw Cosimo returning from inside the trattoria.
He saw her face and frowned. “What is it?”
Biba told him what had happened, and Cosimo was up immediately, running to the end of the street, trying to see who had touched her. He returned, his handsome face annoyed. “No sign. Are you okay?”
“I mean, yeah, it was just a touch, but it just creeped me out. I can’t even sit here without being manhandled?” She sighed. “I’m overreacting.”
“No, I don’t care how gentle the touch was—anytime someone puts their hands on you without permission… Jesus.”
The mood was ruined and soon they went back to their hotel, talking lightly, trying to quell the sense of unease.
Later in bed, Biba lay facing him. “I can’t shake this feeling, but I want us to live here so badly. It was just a touch. Let’s forget it.”
“Would you judge me if I told you I was crazy jealous?” Cosimo looked a little sheepish, and Biba laughed incredulously.
“Dude, you get to fuck me whenever you want, kiss me, love me, and you’re jealous of someone touching the nape of my neck?”
“It’s just so intimate,” Cosimo murmured against her lips, “so personal.”
Biba grinned at him. “You being possessive?”
“A little, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m yours, Cosimo DeLuca, for all time.”
Cosimo smiled his devastating smile and drew her to him, hooking her leg over his body and reaching down to stroke her clit. “And I’m yours, Biba May DeLuca.”
They began to make love, Cosimo gliding his huge cock into her ready and wet cunt, and she moved with him, her hands roaming all over his body, fingernails digging into his buttocks as their pace picked up. Who cared about a slight touch when she and Cos had this? Their love, their connection—it was so much more than most people had.
Biba felt her stomach roiling and bent over the toilet again, dry-heaving. Morning sickness had finally struck. Cosimo was soaking a facecloth in cool water and wiping her hot skin, his arm locked around her waist, his hard body warm against hers.
Biba sat up panting and leaned against him. Cosimo wiped her mouth and chin, his eyes concerned. “Are you sure this is just morning sickness?”
She nodded, leaning her head against his. He kissed her mouth, and she groaned. “I must taste of vomit.”
“I don’t care.”
She half-chuckled, half-sobbed. “I don’t think I’m up for furniture shopping today, baby.”
Cosimo smoothed her hair away from her face. “Baby, there’s no rush. Why don’t we just hang out here today? We can sit out on the balcony, get some fresh air. Read. You’re always saying you don�
��t have time to read.”
Biba smiled. “That sounds like heaven.”
It was a couple of hours later, just as Biba was falling asleep in her easy chair that Cosimo got a call. “Baby, will you be okay if I go out for an hour? One of my location scouts is in town and wants to meet.”
“No problem, honey,” she murmured, almost asleep. “I’ll just…”
She felt his kiss, heard his soft chuckle and then gave in to sleep.
A couple of hours later, Biba woke, stiff and nauseous and stumbled up to go to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bath, but wasn’t sick. Maybe I slept too long. She went out onto the balcony and sucked in a deep lungful of fresh air, trying to wake herself up.
She didn’t hear anything before the hand was clamped over her mouth, and she was dragged back into the room.
Panic set in and she struggled with her captor, driving her elbow into his solar plexus. Her attacker threw her to the floor. Biba, breathless and terrified, held up her hand to him. “Look, take my jewelry, any money, just…I’m pregnant. Please, don’t hurt me.”
Her attacker was masked, a black balaclava pulled down over his face, and dressed in an entirely dark outfit. He gazed down at her for a long minute, then pulled a knife from his pocket.
Biba went into survival mode. She’d been here before. “Okay,” she said, her voice cracking with anger, “You made your choice, but don’t think for a moment that I’m going to play along. Fuck you, cretin.”
She dived for his legs, surprising him. Knocked off balance, he stumbled backward, and Biba clamped her teeth down on his ankle. He gave a startled yelp and kicked her, catching her hard on the shoulder. Biba yelled, giving a war cry, hoping someone would hear her. She scrambled away from him as he advanced, then dived for his legs again, fighting with her head and her arms, keeping him and his knife far away from the precious cargo in her belly.
“I’ve survived worse than you, motherfucker!” Biba was wild with anger now, and clearly, her attacker hadn’t expected her to be this feisty. He backed off, and as she heard shouts from the hallway outside the suite, he suddenly took off towards the balcony. Biba followed him to see him shimmying down from the balcony to the street below, just as Cosimo and some other people from the hotel burst into the suite.
Cosimo wouldn’t let go of her for hours, even as he ranted at the hotel manager for the lack of security. The manager was apologetic, and after they called the polizia, Cosimo and Biba spent hours answering questions. It was late evening by the time they were alone again, and Biba went into Cosimo’s arms. “I just want to forget it ever happened.”
Cosimo kissed her. “My warrior woman.”
“You know it.”
He studied her, stroking her face. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale.”
“Just tired.”
“Let’s go to bed and rest, darling. I think you need some sleep.”
It was three a.m. when Biba woke Cosimo to tell him she was bleeding.
Biba felt like death. The doctors were doing all the tests they could, and now she was having gel squeezed onto her stomach and a scanner pressed into her belly. She turned to look at Cosimo with wide, frightened eyes and saw the fear reflected in his. A tear rolled down her cheek, and he stroked it away with his thumb, but said nothing.
The doctor said nothing for a while and every second, Biba was praying that their child was okay. Finally, unable to bear the tension, she spoke in broken Italian to the doctor. “Please, just tell me the baby is okay.”
The doctor smiled at her. “At first I had a little trouble finding a heartbeat because your womb tilts backward, but I’m happy to say the heartbeat is strong. Do you want to know the sex?”
Biba burst into tears and Cosimo, his whole body relaxing gave a choked-laugh. “Yes… Yes, we do, don’t we, baby?”
Biba nodded vigorously, still unable to speak from relief. The doctor smiled and turned the screen towards them. “Well, Biba, Cosimo, meet your daughter.”
“I knew it!” Biba said finally, touching the screen, “I knew she was a girl. Oh, baby, hello… hello… Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to meet you.”
Cosimo was openly weeping now, smiling through his tears. “Our little girl. Our little girl…”
A week later, now at a different hotel, but fully recovered from their scare, Cosimo and Biba strolled into the city to go to the realtor’s office. In a few moments, they would be official owners of Villa Bianchi, and they wanted to savor the moment.
“If only the creeper wasn’t there,” Biba sighed, but she grinned. Nothing could ruin her mood now. Since finding out that they were having a girl, she had been on cloud nine.
“I kept telling myself that I didn’t care about the gender,” she said to Cosimo, the night of the scan, “but I’m delighted. I just pictured us with a girl, with your dark eyes and curls, playing with Nicco, the ideal big brother, at our little place in the country.”
“Me, too, baby. Let’s call Nicco and tell him he’s going to get a little sister.”
Nicco’s joy was all they needed to hear to banish the last of the shock of the attack.
And now as Cosimo opened the door to the realtor’s office, even the sight of Lucio couldn’t spoil her mood. Biba let Cosimo take care of all the paperwork, ignoring Lucio’s lascivious glances towards her, instead smoothing her smock down over her growing bump. Her family was all that mattered. After today, she need never see this joker again.
Lucio gathered up the papers Cosimo had just signed. “Let me just make copies for you.”
He walked to the copy machine, throwing a glance back at Biba, who was gratified when he seemed to trip over his own shoes. She snickered slightly, but then her smile faded.
“Cos?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Call the police.” She was staring at Lucio who was clambering to his feet.
Cosimo looked confused, and Biba turned to him. In a low voice, she told him “He has a bite mark on his ankle.”
Cosimo got it immediately, and his anger erupted. He lunged for Lucio. “You son of a bitch!”
Biba stood, grabbing her phone and calling the police as the office erupted into mayhem. Colleagues of Lucio’s initially tried to pull Cosimo off him, but when he shouted, “This asshole tried to rape my wife!” they helped subdue Lucio, who spat at Cosimo.
Biba, having called the police, stalked over to him and slapped Lucio’s face. “Bastard. I saw the bite on your ankle.” She turned to the others. “Someone broke into my hotel and tried to rape me at knifepoint. I bit him on the ankle—hard. Take a look at Lucio’s left ankle.”
One of the managers tugged Lucio’s pant leg up and everyone saw the bite mark, red and swollen. A shocked murmur went around the office and a few moments later, the polizia showed up and carted Lucio off to the station.
The realtor manager couldn’t apologize enough. “We knew Lucio had tendencies, but we never thought they were this bad. I’m so sorry, if there is anything we can do for you, let us know.”
Cosimo sighed. “We just want his ass in jail and the keys to our home. That’s all.”
Biba wrapped her arms around him. “My hero.”
Cosimo laughed. “No one’s ever going to hurt you again, I promise.”
Biba reminded him of that promise five months later as she was yelling and panting for air as their daughter made her way into the world. Cosimo took the pain of her gripping his hand without complaint, knowing Biba’s pain was a million times worse.
But she was still smiling, impatient to meet their child, and when, with one final push, their baby came into the world, bawling and breathing, pink with health and vitality, Biba began to cry tears of pure joy. After she was wrapped up and handed to her mother for the first time, Cosimo locked his arms around them both, kissing Biba’s temple, his cheeks wet with tears.
“Look at our little superstar,” he said in awe, and Biba laughed.
“She’s perfect…little Nova.”
“Nova? I love that.”
Biba laughed. “It just came to me then. Nicco and Nova, our children.” She looked up into Cosimo’s beautiful face, filled with love and smiled. “I have never loved anyone as much as I love the three of you,” she said. “Anyone. You are my family, the only family I will ever, ever want.”
Cosimo was too moved to speak and instead kissed her, pouring every ounce of his love, his passion, his gratitude into it. He leaned his forehead against hers. “We belong together, Biba May.”
And she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he spoke only the truth…
The End..
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