years old?
Get a grip , I will myself. I fold the clothes, but as opposed to tossing them in my laundry basket, I sit them on the bedside drawers with consideration … deep consideration.
Looking at the bed, an exhausted sigh escapes my lips. Empty … big … unused. In need of a woman to spread herself across it and fall asleep in my arms. Lexi . Taking a moment, I get my shit together then prepare to pack for my trip.
I spend the next twenty minutes picking out clothes and laying them on my too-big-and-empty mattress before zipping up my travel bags. The fact that Rose has everything so orderly and tidy in my walk-in makes it easy to find what I am looking for. If I have forgotten anything it really does not concern me. I have my ways to order anything I need. Plus, I have a fully-stocked wardrobe at my farmhouse, and both my parents’ and grandparents’ villas.
Savio and Armando, my brothers, are already in the kitchen unwrapping foil from what looks like parmesan chicken and tortellini. I greet them in English. Because we have spent many years in Scotland, we all speak fluent English. We do converse in Italian from time to time, but often at home we prefer English as our primary language, especially as their kids are expected to speak in English at school and nursery.
“Hey, how are you? Good to see you both.” I give both of them a brotherly embrace.
Savio grabs my cheeks the same way my papa does and kisses me. “We are great. Looking good, Lucca. All set for tomorrow?” he asks, raising a brow. He is referring to spending time with our grandparents and parents, knowing I will be flustered, faffed over, and spoiled within an inch of my life.
“You are just jealous, Savio, my brother,” Armando says, giving me similar male affection. I laugh, grabbing some Peronis out the fridge. I flip the caps and pass them over. Before I forget, I set my beer down, retrieve the gifts from the lounge, and pass them to Savio and Armando.
“That better not be more gifts for the kids. Sarah will fucking annihilate you if you keep spoiling them like this. You know how much she hates to see them spoiled with flashy things,” Armando says, looking conspicuously at the two rectangle boxes containing their goodies.
“Tell Sarah to deal with it. If she thinks for one minute I am not going to spoil my nieces and nephews, then she is delusional. I love her, you know that, but she cannot deny me the fun of treating the little rascals,” I say, peering under the tissue paper of Antonia’s gift box. A beautiful white silk Dior dress. Cute. Kimberley and Suzanne have done well finding exactly what I asked for.
“This will look good on her,” I add, patting Armando on the shoulder gesturing towards the box.
“Nando is right. They all love you, Lucca. You do not need to lavish them in gifts for them to love you. It is completely unnecessary. We appreciate it, but honestly, Bro, you do not have to do this,” Savio adds, only to get an almighty scowl. He normally has my back.
Is it pick on middle brother day today or what?
And I do not think Kate, Savio’s wife, will object. She is a shopaholic and appreciates nice things, so I know he will not cop any shit from her. Why does he need to dampen my fun?
“I am not trying to buy their love. I want to do it for them. I enjoy treating them. Fuck, it is not as if I cannot afford it and there are only four of them … it is not like …” Before I finish, Armando shakes his head, placing the boxes on the table, and Savio mutters something about me being stubborn.
“Nando, give up. We are wasting our time. He will not fucking listen. Just you wait until you have kids one day. You will see that they do not need these expensive things. They just need lots of love,” Savio says nonchalantly, but the look on my face panics him, and his face pinches with regret. I feel like he has just kicked me in the balls when I am already down.
I did almost have a chance of loving a son. My
Get a grip , I will myself. I fold the clothes, but as opposed to tossing them in my laundry basket, I sit them on the bedside drawers with consideration … deep consideration.
Looking at the bed, an exhausted sigh escapes my lips. Empty … big … unused. In need of a woman to spread herself across it and fall asleep in my arms. Lexi . Taking a moment, I get my shit together then prepare to pack for my trip.
I spend the next twenty minutes picking out clothes and laying them on my too-big-and-empty mattress before zipping up my travel bags. The fact that Rose has everything so orderly and tidy in my walk-in makes it easy to find what I am looking for. If I have forgotten anything it really does not concern me. I have my ways to order anything I need. Plus, I have a fully-stocked wardrobe at my farmhouse, and both my parents’ and grandparents’ villas.
Savio and Armando, my brothers, are already in the kitchen unwrapping foil from what looks like parmesan chicken and tortellini. I greet them in English. Because we have spent many years in Scotland, we all speak fluent English. We do converse in Italian from time to time, but often at home we prefer English as our primary language, especially as their kids are expected to speak in English at school and nursery.
“Hey, how are you? Good to see you both.” I give both of them a brotherly embrace.
Savio grabs my cheeks the same way my papa does and kisses me. “We are great. Looking good, Lucca. All set for tomorrow?” he asks, raising a brow. He is referring to spending time with our grandparents and parents, knowing I will be flustered, faffed over, and spoiled within an inch of my life.
“You are just jealous, Savio, my brother,” Armando says, giving me similar male affection. I laugh, grabbing some Peronis out the fridge. I flip the caps and pass them over. Before I forget, I set my beer down, retrieve the gifts from the lounge, and pass them to Savio and Armando.
“That better not be more gifts for the kids. Sarah will fucking annihilate you if you keep spoiling them like this. You know how much she hates to see them spoiled with flashy things,” Armando says, looking conspicuously at the two rectangle boxes containing their goodies.
“Tell Sarah to deal with it. If she thinks for one minute I am not going to spoil my nieces and nephews, then she is delusional. I love her, you know that, but she cannot deny me the fun of treating the little rascals,” I say, peering under the tissue paper of Antonia’s gift box. A beautiful white silk Dior dress. Cute. Kimberley and Suzanne have done well finding exactly what I asked for.
“This will look good on her,” I add, patting Armando on the shoulder gesturing towards the box.
“Nando is right. They all love you, Lucca. You do not need to lavish them in gifts for them to love you. It is completely unnecessary. We appreciate it, but honestly, Bro, you do not have to do this,” Savio adds, only to get an almighty scowl. He normally has my back.
Is it pick on middle brother day today or what?
And I do not think Kate, Savio’s wife, will object. She is a shopaholic and appreciates nice things, so I know he will not cop any shit from her. Why does he need to dampen my fun?
“I am not trying to buy their love. I want to do it for them. I enjoy treating them. Fuck, it is not as if I cannot afford it and there are only four of them … it is not like …” Before I finish, Armando shakes his head, placing the boxes on the table, and Savio mutters something about me being stubborn.
“Nando, give up. We are wasting our time. He will not fucking listen. Just you wait until you have kids one day. You will see that they do not need these expensive things. They just need lots of love,” Savio says nonchalantly, but the look on my face panics him, and his face pinches with regret. I feel like he has just kicked me in the balls when I am already down.
I did almost have a chance of loving a son. My
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