~B.~

We sat in a jet on our way to some remote location I had yet to ask about. With how long we've been on this flight I'm assuming out of the country.

I sat in Marcello's lap as I toyed with the glasses he had gotten me. Even with the chaos of packing and leaving in hurry he managed to get a doctor to send me glasses with the right prescription. 

Marcello hadn't left my side since he got back and also hasn't been off the phone. Making calls or canceling business meeting, you name it he's done it.

Dean and Leo are asleep in one of the rooms, reluctantly sharing the one bed after making a wall of pillows.

Lily, Caesar, and Corrine stayed in one corner. We picked her up on the way to the airport and gave her the run down.

Mel and Frankie were sat on the couch. Mel laid between Frankie's legs while they both slept. Mathew was currently piloting the plane to my surprise.

I was curled in a ball while watching Netflix on Marcello's laptop. I gnawed on my lip as Derek Morgan kicked down the serial killers door.

Criminal Minds was a Godsent.

I peaked up to see Marcello now watching the show and figured now was best to ask my questions.

"Where exactly are we going?"

Marcello played with the ends of my hair, "old property that runs in the family. It's in Italy, it's a farm house I added additions to. We'll all be able to fit."

"We're all living in one place?"

"Sound proof bedrooms." My cheeks flushed as he knew immediately what I was worried about.

"I don't want anyone else hearing how loud you get for me, bambina." I narrowed my eyes at him and knocked my forehead against his.

He scoffed at the half assed assault and nudged me back. "So, how long are we staying?"

"Couple weeks I'm hoping. I wanted everyone as far away as possible. We all have too much to lose to risk it like we used to. We'll regroup and plan a hit there."

When he mentioned we have too much to lose I looked over to Mel. She would be due sooner than we'd be home.

"And the baby?"

"What?"

"The baby? Mel?"

Marcello glanced over at her and quickly understood. I raised a brow, wondering what he was thinking about before.

"I'll keep doctors near. One sign of her in labor and we'll call. Hopefully she doesn't mind a home birth."

"I'd never want a home birth," I confided as I paused Criminal Minds and turned towards him fully.

"Why's that?"

"Too many unknowns. I'd rather just do it in a hospital with my epidural. I just wish she got a choice."

"We'll take all the precautions. They'll turn the house into their own hospital if they have to." Marcello paused before wrapping a hand around my stomach.

"What else would you want?" My breath hitched, this was the first time we've ever talked about a future.

I brushed my hand through his hair as I looked over his face, "I only want a couple kids. Two- maybe three if an accident happens."

Marcello scoffed as I continued, "plus I don't now how much my poor vagina could take."

Cello choked a little at my statement and I laughed as this was the first time I'd ever seen him flustered.

"You'd be fine after birth. I'd make sure to prove it to over and over," of course Marcello was quick to recover and had me blushing.

"Knowing you, I'd be on lock down the second you found out I was pregnant."

"Damn right you would be."

"Well, what do you want? How many, genders? Ooh what about names! I like girl names that start with E.."

I continued to speak and the more excited I got the faster I started talking before Marcello was covering my mouth.

"You were turning red, love." I nodded quickly as an apology and waited for some answers.

"I want one boy and girls after him. I would want the boy to take care of his sisters and the girls to take care of him. I guess it doesn't matter how many of either... I just want them to protect one another." I nodded in understanding while I tightened my hold on him.

It was now that I realized I knew very little about Marcello's past. It wasn't an urgent thing, I knew who he was as a person and that was all that mattered in the end. His history of how he got here was just an add on.

I planned on asking eventually, not when we're surrounded by our friends, considering I know it's a sensitive topic.

I pecked his lips once, "I think you're right. It doesn't matter that much. But you only get two kids and maybe an oopsie capeesh?"

Marcello chuckled and nodded as I turned Criminal Minds back on and his phone buzzed once more. I sighed, only four more hours.
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When we pulled up to this massive farm house. It still managed to give off country vibes and there was even stables off to the side and a large barn right next to it.

My arms were linked with Corrine and Mel's while we walked in front of the guys.

"Bossman!" Corrine suddenly called behind her as I jumped at the assault on my eardrums.

"Just curious, is there a pool by chance?" I was now intrigued and looked back to see Marcello nodding as his eyes drifted to me.

I smiled shyly back at him before being pulled back to Corrine.

"What were you two talking about earlier? On the plane?"

Mel leaned closer as Corrine lowered her voice. I rolled my eyes at their secretiveness.

"Babies," I answered bluntly.

Mel screamed and shook my arm while Corrine's jaw dropped.

"Did he... did he put one in you? Is there a fetus in there?" She bent forward but I quickly set her straight.

"No, no. I'm on birth control and we haven't had sex yet-"

"You're kidding! With the way he's got his hands on you 24/7. Either that or he's eye fucking you, I'd think you guys did it ten times a night!"

I cringed at the growing volume of her voice and tried to quiet her.

"We're going to get you in a bathing suit, and you're going to be hot. This is going to be a vacation babe!" The pool did sound nice with the warm weather.

"Well... we did have to leave for our safety." Mel quickly added while squeezing my hand.

"So why not make the most of it?"

Mel and I glanced at each other and she shrugged, "You're not going to change her mind."

I nodded in defeat as we reached the front door. I turned and caught the keys Cello tossed me.

I quickly unlocked the door as everyone entered and gaped at the home. Everything was beautiful and fit well with the farm theme.

Arms wrapped around my waist as he dropped our bags. Marcello kissed my cheek as I looked up to see Corrine pointing at me and mimicking sucking a dick.

"Corrine," Marcello scolded without even looking up and she stopped before sending a smile.

"Let's unpack," he told everyone and directed each of them to wing of the house. I grabbed my bag which was promptly taken from me by Marcello.

He lead me up to a room that made me feel like a little kid in a candy store. The walls were gray and the bed was directly across from the door. It was fucking huge and the bedspread was black. To the left was the closet and a couch across from the tv mounted on the wall.

To the left was a right was a large window with a seat at the foot of it. I walked to the bathroom also on the left side and almost passed out at the size of this tub.

I turned to Marcello was a wobbly lip as I got weepy with happiness.

"What's the matter, Bella?"

"It's all so nice," my voice wavered as I held out my hands for him to hug me.

He chuckled and wrapped me in a bear hug. Our door creaked as Hershel pushed into our room. I smiled and made kissy faces at him.

Marcello turned my face towards him and pecked my repeatedly. I made obnoxious kissing sounds while holding his head.

I giggled as he pulled away and smiled down at me. I glanced at the clock to see it was almost 10:30. I pursed my lips as I would have to get used to the time zone.

"Can we take a bath," I asked quietly as I played with the collar of his shirt.

Marcello nodded and I grinned. I walked to the bathroom and searched the cupboards for something to make an abundant amount bubbles. 

"Hi Hershel," I cooed at him and scratched at his head. Tonight I would take a bubble bath and forget about all of the shit that's happened in the last twenty four hours.

With the water running I put as much of this bullshit in there as possible. I struggled to lift my shirt without agitating my ribs.

Large hands aided me and gently released me from my shirt. I turned as he reached for my leggings. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself.

I shuddered as he kissed up my bruised naval. I played at the nape of his hair, as he ravished my skin.

I moaned quietly as he nipped at the swell of my breast. He pulled away slowly and rid himself of his shirt.

While he focused on shucking the jeans off I teased him the same way he did me. I gasped when he unclipped my bra and pulled my underwear down.

I yelped as he picked me up and sat us both in the hot water. I quickly turned and squirmed when he purposely pressed my back against his throbbing thing.

To think that I would get Marcello Milano into a bubble bath.

I leaned entirely against his back as he ran his hands up my arms. Thankfully, the bubbles just covered my nipples.

"I have to contact some people in the states. After that what do you want to do?"

I turned my head in questions, "I thought you'd be extra busy while we're here."

"I wouldn't bring you to Italy for the first time and keep you in the house."

I grinned and played with his fingers, "the pool sounds fun."

"Why don't we do the pool tomorrow night and I take you out during the day?"

I nodded as he combed my fingers though my hair and trailed his fingers all over me. Over my back, shoulders, and collarbone.

Suddenly a finger trailed down my breast and circled my hardening nipple. I panted as my head fell back into his chest.

"These are mine, yes? Nessun altro puo' toccarli."

No one else gets to touch these

I nodded adamantly as my eyes fell shut. He cupped my breasts but stopped touching me otherwise. He held me possessively as we basked in the water.

"Is this really necessary?" I glanced down at his hands grasping me.

"Yes."

"Okay then."