| MYA |
~Six months later~
“Smettila, Marcelo!” (Italian for “Stop it, Marcelo!”) I giggled as he continued to tickle me. “I’m going to pee myself!” I added through tears.
“Okay, fine,” he smiled before crashing our lips together in a deep kiss.
When he pulled away, I sighed because the inevitable was about to happen. I had to officially leave, and we would see less of each other.
These last six months have been a roller coaster. We haven’t heard from Franco since the day at the hospital, which seems quite odd if you ask me. We know something will happen soon, which is why they trained me harder and prepared me during these last six months. Franco could make an appearance at any second and we want to be ready.
Marcelo and I have had our ups and downs because of the move, but he
