-Mia-

He gave me a sympathetic look, "Don't cry, baby." Those words only made me sob harder and I covered my face, not wanting to cry again but I couldn't help it. It was all too much.

"Come here," I heard him softly say but I shook my head, uncovering my face and wiping my eyes. "I don't wanna hurt you," I managed to say, shaking.

"Come here," he repeated, slowly moving his arm and wincing before gently patting the space next to him. I hesitated and he patted it again so I quickly scurried over, laying beside him and attempting to stop crying.

"You're tired," Vincenzo warmly said, slowly wrapping his arm around me, holding me close. "Go to sleep."

I listened to his kind voice, closing my eyes and relaxing.

"Go to sleep. ."

I awoke feeling comfortable and soon, the memories of what happened before I fell asleep, came back to me.
I was by Vincenzo's side, my head on the side of his chest and my arm around his stomach, away from his wound. I felt good.

"Have a nice sleep?" Vincenzo asked, his hand slowly going up and down my waist. I nodded, "yes, thank you."
I knew he was about to say something but I beat him to it.

I quickly sat up, turning to head to see him. Blinking back my tears I said, "Vincenzo, I need to tell you something." He nodded slowly, "me too."

I nodded, sighing at myself. "I am so, so sorry for ever comparing you to your father. You are not and will not never be anything like that horrible man. You are kind, sweet and lovely. You are attractive, funny and smart - nothing like that man and don't ever think that you are."

"I'm so sorry for always putting my feelings away and making you do the same-"

"Mia-"

"No, I shouldn't of," I firmly said, my eyes locked with his. Shakily, I continued, "I'm sorry for not noticing the things you were trying to do to please me. I'm sorry."

I exhaled, tears rolling down my cheeks, "I-I'm sorry for yelling at you that n-night. .for not listening and telling you that I hated you. .I don't Vincenzo. I didn't mean what I said, I was just angry and upset a-and. ." I wiped it eyes, swallowing. "And I shouldn't of ever let those words escape my mouth. ." I looked at him deeply in his eyes sadly, "I'm so sorry Vincenzo."

He took my hand, squeezing it. "You have no idea how much hope that gave me when you squeezed my hand," I told him, a small smile on my face.

Vincenzo smiled softly, "Mia, you don't have to apologise,"

"B-"

"It was me, not you," Vincenzo continued, "I was horrible to you. I cheated, I lied and I made you feel ten times worse. I don't deserve you Mia. I screwed up. I turned to drugs for the answer when all I should of done was talk to you and I apologise for that. You are kind, loving and incredibly sexy. I've never met anyone like you." I bit my lip, rubbing my thumb over his hand.

"I'm so sorry for ever cheating on you, Mia. For making you feel so hurt for so long, for doing things that you didn't want me to do, for ruining our relationship. For everything, Mia. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I really don't deserve you at all, you could do so much better than me, Mia and I understand if-"

I started crying again, placing my hand over my eyes. "Mia. ."

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear a genuine and emotive apology from you."

I uncovered my face, tears still spilling out my eyes. "That was all, Vincenzo. An apology and some time would of been all it would take for me to say that I forgive you and love you."

"I love you so much, Vincenzo and I never stopped - I never could no matter how hard I tried," I genuinely told him, smiling a little as his eyes sparkled. "Most people wouldn't forgive and would hold a grudge and never move on but I don't want to be like that. I'm not like that. I know you, the real you and you aren't a playboy anymore. You're . . just Vincenzo. .my Vincenzo."

He suddenly grabbed me and I yelped but soon moaned as he crashed his lips onto mine, pulling me close and kissing me intensely. It was so good and I felt like I was melting against him. We made out for a long time - when I say long, I mean a seriously long time.

My shirt was lifted slightly and his hands were under it, rubbing my torso up and down. My hands were tangled in his hair, playing with it as I kissed him hungrily, my body pressed against his.

He was about to unclip my bra when suddenly the door opened.

We pulled away immediately and I moved to his side, blushing and fixing my clothes as Valentina smirked, "am I interrupting?"

"Papa!"

April Grace ran to us, jumping on her father and giving him a big hug as he chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek. "Did you miss me?"
"Yeah!" April excitedly said as her father smothered her, cuddling her. I smiled as Valentina winked playfully, leaving the room.

After a moment of hugging and cuddling, April 'whispered' something into her father's ear, thinking I couldn't hear her. "Is she your girlfwiend now?"

Vincenzo put on a playful look on his face but grinned and whispered back, "yes, are you happy with that?"

Girlfriend?

April nodded happily before turning to me, "Are you going to be my new mommy?"

I coughed, choking on my own saliva as I looked at her with wide eyes whilst Vincenzo grinned wider, "ye-"
"April, why don't you tell me about school? How was it today?" I asked, desperately wanting to change the subject while Vincenzo looked at me with curiously from the corner of my eye.

I wasn't that I didn't want to be April's mother but like I said, the world didn't work like that. I couldn't just declare myself her mother - she already had one, a messed up one.

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"Why were you going to tell April that I was going to be her mum?" I asked him quietly as I drew circles on his chest. The room was quiet and peaceful, all that could be heard was the sound of the television quietly on.

We were cuddling in Vince's hospital bed, watching the TV and being comfortable. I wasn't even sure of what we were.

"Because," Vincenzo murmured back, his eyes fixed on the television. "She deserves someone as good as you to be her mother. She wants to you to be her mother, so why not? Her own biological mother doesn't give two shits about her."

I sighed, as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. "Vincenzo. .it doesn't work like that, I can't just 'be her mother'. Bianca is her mother whether you like it or not." I held my tongue back from saying anything else. I didn't want something mean or harsh to come out about him cheating. I didn't want to think about that - we were moving on.

"I know. ."

"We've only just got back together -"

"We're back together?" Vincenzo asked, playfully as he smirked and I rolled my eyes, "yes, doofus, we're together. What took you so long to figure that out?"

"Say those three magically words."

I was confused for a moment, "three. .oh!" I finally caught on. "I love you." He lifted my chin, pecking my lips, "again," he said, amused. "I love you, Vincenzo," I replied, smiling as he planted a kiss on my lips again.

"Again. One more time?"

I chuckled, "I love you, I love you, I love you!" We kissed some more, enjoying each other's embrace until he slapped my butt. I pulled away, "Vincenzo!"

"What?" He asked, innocently with a smile on his face. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that. You have such a large, jigg-"

"Alright, alright!" I stopped him, laughing a little. "I don't need a reminder of how good my butt is." My hands slid up his shirt, sliding around his hard chest and abdomen, not touching his wounds as I felt his hard abs. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

He chuckled, as I moved my hands away, resting them on his chest. "You love me?" I asked quietly as I watched the television. "Mmhmm, I love you."

"Good," I said. "But Vincenzo . ." He squeezed my hip, "yeah?"

"If you ever cheat on me or hurt me the way you did ever again. . ." I chuckled, shaking my head. "You don't even want to imagine what I would do."

There was a moment of silence before I heard him swallow and say, "I swear, I will never hurt you the way I did - or even worse, ever. I love you, mia cara."

"I love you too, miel." {honey}.

Vincenzo scoffed, "Spanish? Really?" I shrugged, smiling a little. "Eh."

He kissed my forehead, holding me lovingly. I couldn't be more happier or more comfortable in his arms.

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