Don

8

Morning broke, allowing the sun to stream into the windows and directly into Pietro's eyes.

Light burned beneath his lids as he groaned.

Something shifted on top of him, prompting him to look up.

Immediately, an uncontrollable grin stretched across his face.

Melanie's cheek was pressed against his chest, her full lips in a childish pout.

He smoothed back her unruly curls, clutching her tighter against him, and closing his eyes, a smile on his face.

He just wanted this every day. He was convinced if he could have this every day, he'd be happy.

Pietro wasn't a child anymore. He wasn't a teenager. He was twenty-five, a senior in college and he was sure that at his age this was normal.

Wanting this was normal.

If it wasn't, he'd be blissfully abnormal.

He didn't want this with just anyone; it wasn't a general aspiration.

He wanted to wake up to those curls and that pout; to her.

He couldn't seem to fit anyone else into that vision.

And maybe, if they weren't meant to be, he'd come across someone else and they'd be there instead of her, be he knew; even if he loved that other woman, he'd forever see those curls and that pout.

He was young, yes. And he had a lot of life to live, a lot of worlds to see.

But he'd already been to two countries and he hadn't found anyone who could do this to him, but her.

Pietro thought that counted for something.

He didn't believe in falling in love in two days. Maybe it happened, but he simply doesn't trust it.

He wouldn't say, despite what he said last night, that he loved her just yet.

But he was getting there.

He was getting there quick.

Although Pietro himself never experienced love like this himself; he knew his parents were in love.

Even when he was younger, he knew his parents were in love.

Not just because they were parents and they were supposed to be, or because they kissed; it was little things.

Like how his Madre, to this day, blushes when his Padre winks at her.

Or how they banter back and forth, smiles on their faces.

Or how his Padre would buy her gifts randomly.

And how he'd sometimes look at her for no reason. He'd just stare at his Mamma and smile like a lovesick puppy.

He knew that was love. He wanted that.

He wanted to fall in love every day with his parents.

His padre once told him, If you stop falling in love, the only thing left to do is fall out of it.

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Melanie woke up to Pietro smiling at her like a demented man.

Why she stayed?

She had no clue.

It wasn't his warning...much.

It just happened. That's what she told herself.

Turns out, Pietro was right.

She did enjoy dining in.

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