The Croesus' Bride [Completed]

Laura Conti's POV

I got a text from Albert that made me stuck in the bathroom for hours and hours. We have gone back to Italy as it was Sunday. I was jet-lagged as I couldn't sleep right now. I got a text from Albert saying that I glowed and he asked me if I was pregnant. My head spinning at the word PREGNANT. I mean, who wouldn't? It was like a huge stepping stone in a marriage and I don't think that I would be pregnant that early. I don't even get to know Lucca that very well yet.

"Laura, are you okay in there?" Lucca's voice rang through the door that snapping me out of my trace.

"Yeah, yeah. I just had diarrhea," I lied but why the fuck did I say diarrhea!

"Are you okay, love? Do you want me to get some medicine?" He asked concern was in his voice.

"no, I'm okay. I'll be out in the minute," I said as I tried to wait for my pregnancy test to give the result.

"okay. If you need me, I'm in the study," he said before I replied okay as he departed from the bedroom.

"come on, come on," I said as I looked at the test. The result made my blood runs cold. I gulped as I blinked a few times. no, it can't be, no. will Lucca be happy? Am I happy?

so many questions were running through my head as I saw 2 lines that said positively. I was pregnant. I was pregnant. There was a living child in my stomach, the result of me and Lucca. Should I tell him or not? I was contemplating it as I just threw my test into the bin and get out of the bathroom to get dinners ready for us to eat today.

I sighed as I was thinking about the result. We haven't been married that long. It's only been 3 months since our wedding and when we consummate the union. I bit my lips as I went to the kitchen to get the ingredients for chicken cacciatore. It was Lucca's favorite since I will be giving him the news tonight, might as well make his favorite dish.

I took out the chicken, onions, garlic, mushrooms, red and yellow bell pepper, red wine, spices, tomatoes and other ingredients that I needed to get started. I got busy in the kitchen with occasional drinking water, since I can't drink alcohol anymore, it's not good for the baby.

I went to heat the pot and cooked the ingredients. The smell was delish as I can smell it through my nostrils. It was heaven. I set the table for two as I was sure Lucca would be coming anytime soon as he could smell this chicken cacciatore was ready. I turned off the heat and was transferring it to the plates before Lucca came into the kitchen.

"smells good in here and I am sure it was not you, my love," he said as he kissed me on the lips before helping me carried the plates onto the table. He also took some wine glass and wine from the cupboard and set it on the table. I put the fork, spoon, and knife at each side of the plate as Lucca was pouring down the wine into the glasses.

"here you go," he said as he passed me the glass. I just took it as I already set another glasses of water.

"You should not have outdone yourself. You're still jet lag," he said as he picked the fork and the knife before starting to cut the chicken. I did the same as I cut it into small pieces.

"How was it?" I asked him as I wanted to know if I did it right or not. Lucca grabbed the chicken and put it into his mouth. He chewed it for a while as I bit my lips for his testimony.

"was it good?" I asked, anxious to know what he thought about my cooking. His face was an indifferent expression as he was chewing the chicken.

"come on, tell me. Was it good?" I asked as he was putting his hand on his lips.

"love, I think it would be best if you don't cook anymore," he said as he looked at me all seriousness.

"it's not that good, huh? well, okay we order take out," I said as I was ready to throw that shit away.

"what are you doing?" Lucca said as he held my hand from moving.

"I knew it was bad. I shouldn't have to cook. Don't eat it. You might have diarrhea," I said as he just laughed at my reaction.

"no, love, I said that you can't cook anymore because I might be out of shape because of your cooking," he said before I smacked lightly on his arm. I took the fork and tasted the chicken. It was delicious. Lucca was just messing with me.

"don't you ever do that again. You gave me a heart attack. You know what, I will not cook for you anymore, Lucca Giovanni," I said as I was sulking at him. He just laughed before pulling me onto his laps and took the knife to feed me.

"really?" I asked.

"really," he said in his deep voice. My south mouth wet at his voice. Damn, these hormones.

"you know, I might hungry for something else," I said seductively as I placed my hands on his chest and moving it up and down.

"Ohh. Even though you cooked for hours?" He asked. I smiled seductively as I bit my lower mouth.

"The food can wait," I whispered as I bit his left ear. I can feel something was moving underneath my butt.

"ooh, someone was eager," I said as I placed my hands on his shoulder.

"You need to finish what you started, dolcezza," he said before hauling me up and went into the bedroom.

Yup, the food can wait.

After rounds of sex, I was sighing on the bed as Lucca was doing something between my thighs. I was satisfied and panted with his stamina. I never understand how I can match up to his stamina. well, I guess pregnancy has its perks.

"Lucca?" I called for him as he was poking up from my legs. I gestured him to get his face close to me.

"what is it, love?" He asked as he settled on top of me as he was kissing my neck and shoulder.

"you think we will be ready to have kids?" I asked him. His kisses stopped before he looked at me straight in my eyes. I blinked under his stares as I was being uncomfortable.

"no way," he said.

"what?' I asked as I looked at him.

"you're pregnant," he stated. I blushed at his comment. He got up from the bed and went to walk into the bathroom. I felt a pang on my cheek even though I was just laying there, helpless. Tears were rolling down my eyes as I got up from the bed. I sniffled and was wiping my eyes before Lucca come inside the bedroom.

"Is this yours?" He asked as the pregnancy test in his hand. I scoffed at him as I got up from the bed in all my naked glory.

"who else do you think? You think there would be another woman in this house?!" I shouted as I went into the walk-in closet. I opened up my luggage and started throwing my clothes into it.

"what are you doing?" Lucca asked.

"Since you don't want the baby, then I guess I need to be somewhere else," I spatted as I was busy rummaging through the closet to get my clothes. I don't know what happened because the first thing I know was that I was in the closet and know I was on the bed with Lucca was on top of me.

"what are you doing, you brute?!" I screamed as I was struggling to get him off me before he pinned my hands above my head and claimed my lips. I struggled to get out of his touch but he was too big and strong that I just surrender to his touches.

"Who said I don't want our kid. What would that make me as a parent," he said between the kiss before he kissed me again and again as he satisfied me until I see the stars.

As we both out of breath, Lucca was looking at me dearly as he kissed my stomach. I laughed at him as my mood swings were changing so bad.

"no wonder you always want sex," he said as he kissed me on the lips.

"well, you're sexy and handsome and satisfying," I said as his nose was getting bigger and bigger.

"You flatter my ego, Ms. Conti," he said as he held his heart.

"it's Mrs. Giovanni and I am taken," I said as I straddled him. He just smirked at my attempt.

" I like this position better," he said as he caressed my legs.

"don't flatter yourself, Mr. Giovanni," I said before I rode us both to ecstasy as I knew he loves it as much as I do.