~B.~

I woke up and immediately groaned. Marcello had made good on his promise of taking me repeatedly. I glanced over and saw his body cradling mine. Our blankets pooled at our waists and his arm was wrapped tightly around my boobs.

I fanned myself as I grew hot. I grunted as I rolled away from Marcello sneakily.

I glanced at the clock and gaped at the time. It was twenty past ten. Marcello never slept past nine.

I looked over to see him snoring quietly. I rolled my eyes and patted my grumbling stomach.

I stood and cringed at the stickiness between my thighs before waddling to the bathroom. I saw bruises in the shape of fingers around my thighs and chuckled lowly.

I washed my legs lazily and looked for sweatpants. I found them and a tank top to put on. I probably looked like a zombie while trudging towards food.

My body thrummed and I still felt his hands on my body. I still felt him inside me.

When I made it to the kitchen I noted it's emptiness and sighed in relief. I grabbed bananas and strawberries. I rummaged around for a blender and reached inside the cabinet when I spotted it.

"So did you do the dance with no pants?" I screamed and hit my head against the cabinet at Corrine's voice whispered right behind me.

I narrowed my eyes and slumped against the ground. I clutched the blender as I glared at her through my curls.

"You have sex hair."

"She does," Mathew chimed in from over the counter and I jumped once again.

Mathew raised a brow at me as I stuck my tongue out at him. We both paused for a moment, thinking back to before everything. We'd often disagree and my last defense was that exact thing.

I sent him a genuine smile and nodded at him. He returned it with a cheeky grin before reaching and messing my hair up further.

I turned back to Corrine and flipped her off.

"Where's Bella?" Marcello's voice sounded from the other side of the island and I stuck my hand up and said morning.

He leaned over the counter and looked at me with a mixture of confusion and adoration.

"What are you doing on the ground, love?"

"Cori scared me and I've yet to recover."

"Ah," Marcello walked over and I grabbed Corrine's hand and his. They both pulled me up while Corrine let her eyes wander over us both.

"You definitely got dicked." 

I inhaled sharply at her declaration, "Belle has multiple hickeys and a limp. Marcello once again has scratches on his back. Belle you should really trim your nails-"

"-Don't do that."

"...anyways," Corrine continued after Marcello cut her off. "And he looks like he's on top of the world. So yes, you have definitely fucked each other."

I shrugged carelessly as others walked in and went back to trying to make a smoothie. Marcello and Corrine both looked at me oddly.

"You're not going to turn red?"

"Or stutter adorably?" Corrine continued after Marcello's question.

I groaned and slumped against the counter, resting my head against the granite.

"I'm too tired," I whined.

"How many times?" Mel asked while walking in. Apparently our sex life was our friends conversation topic.

Marcello rubbed my back as he grabbed an apple. I held up six fingers without lifting my head up.

"Six times?!" I turned my head to see Marcello shrug at their incredulous stare.

"Oh my poor baby!"

Marcello finished my smoothie for me and placed the cup in front of me. I reached up and kissed him before sitting on the counter.

While I sipped at the drink I watched everyone else eat breakfast. Marcello leaned into me as he stood against the counter.

"What're you thinking about?" He spoke quietly and pushed my hair back.

"It's like a family," I answered at the same volume.

"It is family. We all care and we all protect each other." I turned my head and rested my forehead against his.

"It's good to have one again," I admitted.

He smiled at me and glanced at my lips.

"You have purple lips babe."

I cleaned them with my tongue before poking it out and flicking it against his lips. He laughed quietly and stuck his tongue out as well.

"What the hell am I watching right now," Leo asked in a truly dumb founded tone.

We glanced at him and shrugged. I smirked and grasped Marcello's face. I licked at his cheek and watched as he didn't even flinch.

I laughed loudly as Leo blanched and threw a paper towel at us.

"That's like watching my sister suck face with some dude. Disgusting."

I melted a little at the endearment and continued to tease him. I went to poke my tongue into Marcello's ear but that's where he drew the line.

"As much as I love you and making Leo uncomfortable I don't need your tongue in my ear Belle."

"Just once."

"No."

"C'mere," Marcello took a step back as I reached for him. I gasped and continued to follow him, slowly considering the state of my vagina right now. Which is completely wrecked by the way.

Marcello didn't last long before wrapping his arms around me. Lucky for him I wasn't tall enough to do what I wanted.

"I have some work to do. I have to find out what my guys are doing over there, they said they had a break in something. I want you to sleep, you need it."

I hummed but nodded, knowing unfortunately he was right.
~
"This was not what I meant," Marcello admitted. I was curled in his lap as he typed away on his computer.

"Fine I'll leave."

Marcello rolled his eyes and spared an arm to hold me in place. I slumped against him as my eyes scanned his desk.

I reached to grab a picture frame. This must always be here, because I haven't seen it at our house.

A baby Marcello was cradled in the arms of a woman with a similar skin tone, and the same eyes.

I smiled and ran my thumb over his chubby face. I turned my head and saw him looked over my shoulder.

"Is that your mom?"

He nodded and covered my hands with his own, "she was a good woman. A good mom."

I listened to him as he retold his story, "my dad was busy running... everything. So she was my entire world. I went to private school, was an only child, and angry for no damn reason as well."

I huffed a laugh at the last part and ran my thumb over his hand.

"She would always tell me not to be like my father, to take care of my kids. And she was so excited for grandkids. When she died I was only fifteen and I know she would've loved you. After she died my father took over and could finally do his conditioning for me to run the family business."

I felt myself deflate at the revelation and wrapped Marcello's arms tightly around me. I thudded my head against his chest and craned my neck up to kiss his jaw.

"Unfortunately my father is still alive."

I nodded, "is that why you want kids so bad? For your mom?"

Marcello shrugged before answering, "I wanted to keep my promise to her. I didn't really want them before you though. Now they're all I can think about."

I turned and wrapped my legs around him. I held out pinky to him.

"Since I'm 23 and you're 25 and have only been together for a month or two I think we should wait. If that doesn't happen then so be it. But if at any point you get me preggers you have to put a ring on it if you already haven't. Then we can make even more babies," he linked his pinky with mine.

"Deal," We said simultaneously.

"And the wedding would have to be very early in the pregnancy or after the birth when I loose baby weight," I clarified.

"I think marrying you with a baby bump would be a beautiful wedding."

"No it would look like you're stuck with me because you knocked me up. Besides I do not want to look pregnant while getting married," Marcello huffed and nodded.

"Good plan?"

"Good plan."

"Okay, break!" I brought his hand up to high five it.