{I have added to the Author's Note before chapter eight so please if possible, go back and read over. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!} - Twix.

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-Mia-

"Is she hot?"

I rolled my eyes, leading him down the corridor. "Yes, she is. I hope you're good at this."

"At what?"

"You know . ." I gestured a little with my hands. "Ahh," brunette said, shaking his head with a grin. "You can say the word, you know." I shrugged, stopping in front of Bianca's door.

"Look," I quietly said, looking him in his eyes. I didn't even know the dude's name. "You better give her a good time and do a few rounds or two. Do it like there's no tomorrow." He gave me a strange look before nodding. "Wanna join?"

My eyebrows knitted together and I gave him a look of disgust. I pushed the door open only to groan and turn my head.

"Sorry!" Bianca giggled, fixing her hair as she pushed the guy off her. "How?" I asked in confusion, "how did you get a guy?" She shrugged, grinning widely. "Don't send this one away," she smirked, her eyes roaming brunette's body. "There's always room for one more."

As I rolled my eyes, brunette stepped into the room, going towards Bianca. As I started closing the door I heard her yell, "thanks, Mia!"

I chuckled to myself as I went down the corridor only to see Vincenzo with a hard look on his face.

Great. .

"Hey," I cautiously said as I neared him.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a hard tone. I ran a hand through my hair, nervous for some reason. I licked my lips, deciding to tell him the truth even though I knew he would be angry. "Helping Bianca. .I wouldn't go in there if I were you," I casually told him as his face hardened even more. I could swear that I saw a vein pop out.

"Mia, what the f-"

"No, stop," I told him firmly, narrowing my eyes at him. "I know what you did - what you ordered to do to her and I know that she's dying. She should have some happiness before she passes."

His phone unexpectedly rang and he immediately grabbed it and answered the call, his eyes lightening up as he spoke in Italian.

Who the hell is he talking to?

I stood for ages waiting for him to stop what seemed to be a serious conversation before he hung up.

"Who was that?"

"No one."

Hold it in, Mia. .

He turned, beginning to walk out the hospital. I scoffed, jogging to him. "No one?" I asked, slightly angry. "I'm not dumb, you clearly were talking to someone. Who was it?" I didn't mean to sound like a jealous girlfriend. It was a simple question that he was avoiding, making me angry.

He sighed, beginning to walk towards one of the buildings. "Vince, just tell me who it was. Are you seriously going to start this? We've just got back together!"

"Okay!" He exclaimed, rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache already. He stopped walking and turned to me, gazing into my eyes.

"It was a centre."

". .what centre?"

"Anger management."

My eyes widened. Anger management centre? I blinked a few times, wondering if I had heard correctly. My face fell and I grabbed his hand, clasping it with mine. "W-what do you mean?" I softly asked.

He sighed, his eyes studying my face. "Ever since I woke up from the coma, I keep remembering how I hit you. .the look on your face. That's when I realised how I had become. I don't want to end up like my father."

I shook my head, taking a step closer as used my other hand to cup his cheek, stroking it gently. "No, Vince, you're nothing like your father. It was an accident-"

"No, it wasn't," Vincenzo replied a little bit harsher than intended. "I am going to end up like him if I don't go." Guilt ran through me as I remembered what I said.

"It's not just that," Vincenzo told me, letting go of my hand and beginning to walk to his office as I followed him.

He opened the door, letting me in before closing it behind us, leading me to sit beside him on his comfortable sofa.

"I don't wanna hurt you again. I need time to calm myself. I don't want to lash out at you unexpectedly."

I didn't know why but tears came into my eyes. "Vince. .I forgive you for what you did, it wasn't intended. A spur of of moment. This is another level. I know you can be hot headed sometimes but y-you can't go there."
I knew him - I knew my Vincenzo. Yes, he could be hot headed but anger management centre? I didn't want that for him. I didn't want him to think that there was something wrong with him like his father.

"Mia. You don't understand. I'm going so I can become better - for us."

"You are!" I exclaimed, "you are good for me. I love you and I know you don't always try and be the best you can, but you aren't like your father." I squeezed his hand, gazing into his sad eyes. "Please," I whispered as his face creased a little at the tone of my voice.

"Mia-"

I pressed my lips against his, making our bodies closer. I kissed him hungrily, lifting his hands and putting them in my hips so he could wrap them around me. I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose before whispering, "I love you."

He squeezed his eyes closed, our foreheads together. "I love you too. .that's why I need to do this. .for us." A traitor tear slipped out and soon more followed. He wiped my cheeks gently before looking into my eyes deeply. "I have to."

"No," I stubbornly said, standing up and wiping my eyes properly. "No," I repeated before turning to leave the room, only to have my arm pulled back.

"Go then!" I snapped, "go!" He shook his head, pulling me to his lap so I was straddling him. I looked down, only to have him push my chin up gently.

I lifted my hands up and covered my eyes, sighing before putting them on his chest to look at him in his hazel eyes.

He looked down at my outfit before reaching to my face. "You've been a naughty girl." I gave him a weird look.

What?

"I thought I told you not to wear this outfit."

"Sorry," I said, shrugging, a sarcastic look on my face, "I didn't realise you were my father."

He continued, "and naughty girls have to be punished."

My face went even more weird. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Why are you . . Doesn't matter. Vince. . I don't li - mmh. ." He crashed his lips onto mine, sliding his hands into my back pockets, squeezing my butt cheeks. I moaned as he kissing my neck, sucking it.

My fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging it. I pushed him down so he was laying on the couch, his hands on my hips. I flipped my hair over my shoulder before leaning down and kissing him lovingly.

I helped him pull off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, his hands sliding under my shirt. At that moment, I realised how desperate I was. How badly I wanted him.

I moaned against his lips, my hands sliding up and down his hard torso, our warm bodies rubbing against each other.

He then flipped us over so I was under him, my legs wrapped around his waist as he grinded against me.

I felt him slowing down so I breathed out, "don't stop. ." which made him go even faster. I cried out, tingling sensations in me.

He flipped us over again as though we were in a fight to dominate each other. I moaned, my hands travelled up torso as his hands roamed my body.

My butt was in the air, his hands on it, squeezing it roughly.

"I want you," I breathed out as he pulled off my shirt, my bra exposed. He groaned as my crotch rubbed against his. I smirked a little, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I continued.

"No. ." He grunted, stopping and laying on his back, heaving a little. My eyebrows furrowed as he flipped us over so I was under him, his hands pinning down my arms by my wrists, either side of me.

I bit my lip as he said, "your first time shouldn't be here and you aren't ready."

I furrowed my eyebrows, lifting my hand and placing it on his cheek. "I don't care. I am ready." He shook his head, leaning down and kissing me again while I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"No, you're not," he breathed out about to kiss me again when unexpectedly, there was a sound of someone clearing their voice above our own noises.

Instinctively, I pushed Vincenzo off me, gasping and sitting up. We both turned our heads to see a dark blonde haired woman who looked around forty or fifty with a hard to decipher look on her face. Was it surprise?

"Madre!" {mum}.

Madre. .sounded familiar.

My eyes widened, realising I was half naked in front of a stranger. As if reading my mind, Vincenzo, who had a surprised look on his face, picked up his shirt and passed me mine.

My cheeks were burning hot as I fumbled around, putting on my shirt and attempting to fix my outfit, embarrassed.

"Ciao. ." She awkwardly said, her voice sounded weary but amused at the same time and she glanced between us.

"W-what are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow?" Vincenzo asked, still breathing loudly. I sat up, fixing my hair and avoiding her gaze, my body warm.

She shrugged a little, a small smile on her face. "Surprise." I licked my lips, feeling incredibly embarrassed and unsure of what to do.

Vincenzo stood, walking over to hug his mother but she shook her head, taking a step back and smiling properly now. "Sweat," she said, glancing at me as I blushed even harder.

"Sorry," Vincenzo sheepishly said, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced at me. He cleared his throat, giving me his hand. I bit my lip, taking it as he led me to stand in front of his mother.

"Ma, this is Mia . . my girlfriend."

I was scared like hell and was almost sure I was shaking. This was my first time meeting Vincenzo's mother and she caught us making out. Great first impression.

God, she probably thinks I'm a whore.

No, Mia, she could be nice.

Are you kidding?

Urgh, shut up!

She smiled at me, her silver grey eyes studying my face. "Hello, Mia. It's nice to meet you, I'm Ada, this troublemaker's mother," she said with a short glance at Vincenzo.

She was beautiful. She had light and natural makeup on and was wearing a  dark dress with some tights and a cardigan with some flats. Her hair was short and neat. She had a few facial features that resembled Vincenzo but not a lot.

I smiled back, shaking her hand. "It's pleasure to meet you too, Mrs Rossi-"

"Please," she told me, "call me Ada."

I nodded, "Sorry, Ada. I'm sorry you had to meet me in these. .circumstances. ." I told her sheepishly with a quick glance at Vincenzo who looked as though he was about to burst out laughing.

She shook her head, smiling brightly. "It's okay, I understand. I was young once too."

Vincenzo raked a hand through his hair. He seemed nervous too. "How was your journey?" He asked, cutting into our conversation.

"It was alright, dear," she kindly replied with a smile. "Is. .is she really here?" Ada asked, her smile dropping and her face covered with hope mixed with sadness.

Vincenzo nodded as tears sprang into her eyes. A happy smile came onto her face again and she dabbed her eyes a little, sniffing. "Really?. .please," she said, her voice teary. "Take me to her. ."

Liliana was sat beside Valentina talking with her when we opened the living room door.

When her head turned to see her mother, she gasped, her hand over her mouth as her mother cried happy tears.

Liliana ran to her mother, hugging her tightly as her mother hugged her lovingly, kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair. "My baby. ." Ada kept crying as she embraced her new found daughter - her only daughter.

It was adorable and emotional. I had tears in my eyes as I watched them reconnect.

After a long time of hugging and cuddling, I left the Rossi family to reconnect and went upstairs to see April who was sat on the floor drawing.

She smiled widely once she saw me and ran to me happily. I scooped her up, chuckling and cuddling her, kissing her cheeks.

I loved April, like I had said before.  Although she was conceived while Vincenzo was cheating on me, I found no reason to hate her. Why? She was a lovely child and it wasn't her fault that she was brought to the Earth. None of it was her fault so why hate her? She was only a child.

"Hello, April! How has your day been?" I asked, sitting down on a rocking chair by her book corner. Her cousins were at Valentina's mother's house so she was the only child at home.

"Fine, mama. I draw!" I smiled at her, hoping to get used to the word 'mama'.

Mama. Was I going to be a mother?

It was odd thinking about it. Bianca wanted me to mother April but I hadn't really thought clearly about it. If I was going to 'mother' April, I would be a role model, a different person. I had to become more mature. I had to be a mother!

I always wanted children but for some reason I panicked a little in that moment. I felt pressured a little but then I realised that there was no need for me to be anxious. It would all be alright.

"Ooh," I said as she showed me her drawing. "Tell me what's going on in the picture, darling."

She looked at me in surprise, as though she was expecting me to correct her for calling me 'mama'. April Grace pointed to a stick figure with curly hair and a triangular body.

She had what seemed to be makeup on as though April tried to make her as pretty as possible. "This you," she then pointed to a smaller triangular stick figure. "This me." Then, she pointed to a very tall stick figure with long arms that had circles on them as though to show large biceps. "This papa."

"Fam. .family."

I kissed her cheek, holding her close and she relaxed in my arms. "This is beautiful, April. Well done!" She smiled, playing with the rings on my fingers.

"I wuv you."

"I love you too."

"Story?" She asked, her eyes gazing into mine, hopeful. I nodded and read her three stories as she laid on her bed and soon, she fell asleep for a nap.

I kissed her forehead before turning leave the room to see Vincenzo watching from the crack of the door.

I walked towards him, going into the corridor to talk with him. "Hey," I said, with a small smile.

"Hey," he murmured back, his eyes studying my face. "Why did you go and see Bianca?"

I shrugged, sighing a little. "I was volunteering at the hospital and I saw her. . We talked for some time and I forgave her. She's . . She's dying." I felt sad in a way. Although she wasn't kind always but the woman was dying. I felt awful for her.

"I know," Vincenzo said, his face emotionless. "You don't seem to care," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because I don't."

I didn't have the energy to fight with him so I just sighed and shook my head.

I yawned unexpectedly, stretching a little. "I'm exhausted," I told him, glancing outside to see that daytime was being taken over by night.

"Then go to bed," Vincenzo bluntly replied as I rolled my eyes at him. "No," I said, biting my lip. "There's something I need to see."

I watched through the window as she curled up against brunette. The blonde had gone earlier. He kissed her forehead and she smiled as they continued to watch a romance movie together.

She said something to him and he nodded, her eyes droopy.

She pressed her lips against his, his arms wrapping around her as they had a small makeup session until they slowed down and suddenly, her body went limp. I watched with teary eyes as she exhaled, her eyes closing as her life ended.

She was dead.

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