Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 900 : Too Good To Be True

*Bianca*

Two Months Later:

For the last couple months, life changed rapidly. I felt like something inside me had evolved. My happiness almost seemed complete. I used the word almost because I can’t help it, but I have been consistently waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Leo and I were doing well. It was as if the cosmos took all my fantasies of what love should be like and put them into one man. He was romantic, funny, strong, and generous with his time and affection.

Things at School were also going well. I loved my courses even the ones most people thought of as boring. I was so glad I did not have any math classes this semester. I got through those during my freshman year in Italy. I was surprised the university in the states didn’t make me retake them. Again, the universe was on my side.

This was why I was waiting for the world to throw me a curve ball. Sure, I was that cartoon character with hearts in her eyes, but I did not see the bus coming to flatten me as it barreled right towards me. Well, at least that’s how I felt some of the time.

I had that I’m too good to be true feeling I’ve heard people talk about. I often used to think that people just wanted to be miserable. But now, I understood the feeling. I was beginning to be terrified that something new was going to come into my world that was going to make my joy turn into dust motes gusting through a cloud of terminal force winds.

Okay, Bianca, I had to keep telling myself, that was enough of that. I was happy. Embrace it and stop creating ways to sabotage the joy I had found. I had to remind myself on a regular basis to remain positive and continue to let these instances of delight and pleasure come as they would. I could be happy, I told myself, and I was determined to allow myself to bask in each moment.

Leo and I had moved into the same room. For some reason this was so exciting for me. Sleeping with his arms around me every night was like a dream come true. We cuddled and sometimes in the night, he woke me to make love. It was as if we had been together forever. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Nor could I imagine trying to sleep alone again.

I was glad Leo had allowed me to redecorate the rooms so it would reflect both our styles. It was nice to see how we blended in that space. His colors are dark and masculine. My colors are slightly pastel and more feminine in nature.

There was art and paintings in the room now. When he’d had it by himself, it had been kind of sparse. He had this whole brown motif going on that I totally hadn’t understood when his favorite color was blue. I changed that brown stuff out for navies and cerulean blues. It was lovely and fit both our personalities without being overly feminine or masculine.

There were sculptures of rich deep blue and white in the sitting room area. There were landscapes and abstracts in our room. Along with Leo’s big ass manly television he insisted on having.

He had a set of clunky weights in the corner that I suggested putting elsewhere.

“Compromise,” I had told him, laughing at his facial expression when I first suggested it.

“Fine,” he’d grumped.

I still snickered every now and then when I thought about it. Men were so touchy about their things at times. I picked a very manly solid dark blue leather chair to replace the weights. It looked a lot better now, and he was happy with the results. It was much more comfortable than it was.

Everything was so much better now that I was privy to the truth of his life. sure, I worried for him when he left the house. I understood the danger of it all. I didn’t want him to be hurt or the men who worked for him to be killed, but it was his life. I accepted that, and I loved him.

I could deal with the danger and the worry. I wanted him to have his businesses and the world he was used to. I didn’t want our lives to be run by the world he had to traverse for the family, but I didn’t want to change him. Leo was who he was because of the life he led, and I wouldn’t have him any other way.

I had to get up. I had class this morning. I’d laid about like a slug-a-bed, thinking about the way things had changed for me. they were so much better than I thought they’d be. I was dreamy and happy and had indulged myself with thoughts of Leo and how we brought one another so much joy.

Now, I had to get up and get ready. I stood, made the bed, and began hunting for something to wear for the day when all of a sudden I felt nauseous. I swallowed hard and rubbed my belly, thinking, come on, not now. But it was no use, I ran to the bathroom. And was sick.

I cleaned up and brushed my teeth. Yuck, where had that come from? I began to feel better, so I finished getting ready for the day. Then, I began to think back, and...

“Oh, no,” I whispered, staring at myself in the mirror.

I started counting days that turned into weeks. Had it been that long? Three weeks to be exact.

I looked into my own eyes. I did not look different. Did I feel different? Aside from puking up my guts just recently, no, I did not feel different.

I knew what this meant. I wasn’t that naive. I knew what regular sex, a missed cycle, and morning sickness meant. It could be the flu.

“Dio! Please let it be the flu,” I prayed.

I believed with all my heart in God, but I also believed in logic. It was time to find out the truth. After dressing and throwing my hair up into a messy topknot, I grabbed my purse, and braved the jungle of LA traffic. No way was I going to ask the driver to take me to get a pregnancy test.

It seemed silly to feel that way because I could easily hide it from him, but I wasn’t taking the chance of him seeing and telling Leo before I knew for myself. They all thought I didn’t know they would report anything out of the ordinary to Leo.

I wasn’t stupid. The driver was just as much a bodyguard as the little team he had following me around before. I’d told him to call off his dogs. I doubted he had, but I don’t think they would be close enough to read the packages I was purchasing if Leo had not.

From what I understand, Leo had told them to keep enough of a distance from me that I would not know they were there. I figured they were still tailing me, so they could step in just in case I had trouble in public with some other family’s thugs.

But the war with the other family was over for now. I wasn’t even sure they were still organized enough after Leo and his men took care of them.

Either way, I was getting my pregnancy tests, yes, plural, on my own. No, nosey driver, and hopefully no nosey bodyguard crew that would spill the beans before I was ready. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

I grabbed several tests by different brands, purchased them, and took them back home. I read the directions carefully, making sure I translated the English just right. I was nervous.

I took test after test. I stared at all of them. Each of them showed the same results repeatedly with different little cutesy symbols. I was not amused.

I was not sure if I should be happy or terrified. To be honest, I was a little of both. What would Leo think of this? How would he feel? What would he say?

I covered my mouth and nearly began crying, but I couldn’t start that yet. If I started, I was afraid I would not stop any time soon. Then, my mouth fell open.

What would Uncle Al think? Oh boy, I began to feel ill again. I pressed my palm to my stomach, covered my mouth and swallowed hard. Uncle Al was going to have a fit.

Sure, Leo was considered family. Uncle Al seemed to respect Leo, but I was Al’s little Principessa. Maybe Uncle wouldn’t think the wrong things and Leo would be safe from him.

Okay, I had to get it together before I called Leo. We had to have a talk. I’d rather call him cool and collected rather than completely alarming him.

“Hey sweetheart,” he answered. He sounded so cheerful.

I swallowed hard and breathed through the new attack of nausea. It was from nerves more than anything, and I could control it.

“Leo, please come home,” I requested, softly it was the only way I could keep from screaming it in his ear.

“What’s wrong? Is everything all right?” he asked, his tone turning from cheerful to concerned in seconds.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I tried to reassure him, but I was not sure it worked. “Just come home, Leo. I need to talk to you.”

“All right. I’m on my way now,” he said.

I heard him gathering his things. I didn’t know where he was today. Was he with Franky or at the office? The inane thoughts raced through my mind, as I washed the clamminess from my face and hands.

Why was it that whenever I was super nervous my hands and face became sweaty, my hands shook, and my stomach churned?

When Leo came through the door and walked through the house to find me, I sat at the table with hot tea for me and lemonade for him. A sleeve of crackers lay on the table next to my tea. They were not helping the situation at all.

He stood at the table looking at me as if assessing a wounded animal. I kind of stared back. I didn’t know what expression was on my face, but he looked even more concerned than he had before he sat down across from me.

Lines furrowed his brow, and his eyes were even more intense than normal. Seeing his expression, “I blew out a breath. I might as well try to get this over with.

“Leo, I have to tell you something.”

“What do you have to tell me Bianca?” He asked with that open expression people usually have when they tell me that I can tell them anything.

Remember that shoe I was waiting for. Well, it had finally fallen from the sky to drop and detonate right into the center of my world.

Now, I did the only thing left to do. I sucked in a deep breath and took the plunge.