《His Curvy Obsession (BWWM)》Fifty Four
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Chapter 54
"Benvenuti in Famiglia". (welcome to the family).
Fuck!, that was the last thing on Nathaniel's mind. Who could believe that his wife was related to his friend's family?.
Nathaniel didn't predict this could happen like this when he informed his mom on the phone earlier that his father-in-law had arrived. He thought introducing them early would be good but who would have thought there was a link.
Fuck!.
Fucking fuck!.
Why did grandma Eliana come?!.
Nathaniel had been protecting his Angelina from violence, even from his psychotic self but never thought her Angelina would be related to violence.
The Dé Luca females were known for their fierceness, boldness, and femele fatale but Angelina was the exact opposite of it.
Nathaniel didn't blame Angelina's parents for keeping her in darkness for so long even though he would gladly keep him for that crazy family.
The family was crazy, psychotic, and extremely violent… his Angelina would be brought into the family. Dé Luca never leaves their child outside. They protect, claimed their children by hook or crook.
Everyone was tense as grandma Eliana walked in, controlling the air, commanding total respect. She stopped at a shocked Angelina's front and touched her cheek softly, "You look like your mother" she said as Richard yanked her hand away and stood at Angelina's front.
"Don't fucking touch my daughter" he said venomously. "You left Elina, you didn't want Elina when she was pregnant, so you have no whatsoever right to touch her daughter".
Elina chuckled humorlessly, "boy is like forgetting who you are talking to!'' she chided.
"Like I fucking care, the same way you fucking care when you disowned her" Richard snarled.
Eliana stumped her stick on the ground, "You can't keep family away from family".
"But I can keep it if the family is too toxic," He responded.
"Leave, lemme see my granddaughter" she ordered.
"Over my dead body," Richard growled.
"Papa "Angelina called softly, touching her father as her father should slump, his raw emotions showing the vulnerability of losing her. "Let her see me, I'd talk to her before" Angelina's voice was soft as her father breathed heavily.
"Ó mọ wípé ìwọ ni kàn moni" her father murmured, she took her father's trembling hands in hers and kissed it. (*you know that you are the only one I have).
"Eliana," Angelina called with void emptiness. She didn't know whether to get angry at the woman in front of her or just be sad. The most thing a child yearned for when growing, was mother care or love and she craved for it before turning it into hatred. Hatred to a woman who brought her to the world.
Guilty flashed through Elaina's eyes as she composed herself. She has been drowning in guilt since the death of her daughter… now she had hope- a granddaughter and she wished to make it right.
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"I know that no matter how I apologize, it is not going to change how you harbor hatred for me…".
"I don't hate you…" Angelina put in, "... But I'm not comfortable with you yet".
"I understood," she smiled bitterly at her. "I hope to make it up to you," she said hopefully.
"You can start now" Angelina piped in, wanting to give her a chance to redeem herself. It was always her and her papa but now… she has family, people she could call family.
"Granny Elaina," Nathaniel called briskly.
"Ragazzo" she responded, her voice as hard and controlling as ever. (Boy).
"Non voglio mia moglie…" he was interrupted. (I don't want my wife).
"Conosci il ragazzo delle regole" she said in a clipped tone, she understood perfectly what he was trying to say. He wanted to prevent and protect her from their dark world, she smiled lovely, she always knew Nathaniel was extraordinary, "Proteggiamo ciò che è nostro e lei è la nipote e l'ereditiera della corona" she responded. (You know the rules boy).
(We protect what is ours and she is the granddaughter and heiress of the crown).
"... But" Elaina raised her hand, shutting him.
"Solo se Nicholas si sposa, non le verrà data la corona" and she walked away. (Only if Nicholas gets married she won't be given the crown).
Maledetto!.
Doppio cazzo!.
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"That's hilarious!" Angelina giggled, holding a candy in her mouth as she sat down, eating the candies. Her bump was big and round as she rubbed her stomach lovingly.
"I slapped him hard," Diana said, "I knew he was a hot guy and I was drooling on him until he smacked my ass" Diana pouted, caressing her bump also. Diana was Nicholas's wife and she was five-month pregnant.
"Oh my God," Angelina exclaimed, "my poor brother" she giggled, and at that moment, Nicholas walked past carrying the balloons.
"Her slap made me fall for her more" he piped in and winked before walking to the backyard.
Everyone was in the backyard, decorating it. Grandma Eliana was in charge of food as jasmine and Aunty Sally was in charge of the party. They organized it.
A baby shower.
All were presented in her and Nathaniel's small house
The nursery room has been decorated the day before. They argue over the color, the arrangement before agreeing at the end. It was fun to watch them bickered like kids, Angelina shook her head.
Was it what family meant, to support… disagree then to agree?.
Eric and Erica came in disheveled, breathing heavily as they dropped the blue balloon on the floor.
Diana laughed, "Just leave the balloon to enjoy the day but you two ran after it".
"Aunty Sally is going to chop our head if I don't see it," Eric said, helping Richard to carry the table.
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"What are you doing Ric?" Belle chirped in.
Eric scowled at her, "I'm not Ric," he corrected, "I'm Eric" he emphasized on his name.
"Whatever makes you orgasm, Rico" Bell raised her brow playfully, dangling her tongue as he huffed and walked away.
"Why are you getting under his skin?" Diana asked.
Belle laughed, "I just like reeling him up, it is funny to see him claiming my best friend as his" Bell put her hand around Angelina's neck, "who does that?" she exclaimed dramatically.
"You are unbelievable" Diana shook her head.
"Thanks for the compliment sister in law" she winked.
"What if… it's a chemistry that's building up?" Angelina hummed.
"No...no, don't say that?" Bell reprimanded.
"Why? you've not introduced me, 'your best friend' to your man".
"Soon," she smirked, "but you know him already" Bell blushed.
What!, Bell freaking blush from shyness.
"Are you blushing?" Angelina teased. It was the first time she saw Bell flustered.
"Stop!" she squeaked
"Oh my God," Angelina squealed, pinching Bell's red cheek before sticking out her tongue.
"Let's get you dressed," Bell grumbled and ran away.
Angelina laughed, feeling happy for whoever was making her friend's happy has been automatically approved by her. She felt the baby kick her and she moaned a little, patting her stomach, "gentle girl" she mumbled.
Everything was beautiful, the moon was full and bright as the stars twinkled in the sky. The illuminating bulbs glowed, blinked as the long table was set with different types of dishes.
The floor was filled with red roses which formed, 'Momma you are the best', Angelina felt herself getting teared up as she watched in awe as the picture of her baby ultrasounds were displayed from three months old till seven months.
She sniffed, it was surreal, magically as little glitters fell off the tree like snow.
She looked around for everyone but was only greeted with a slow musical instrument as she walked to the center then boom the bulbs lit up.
She was pushed from behind and she fell on a chair before it was swirled and faced Nathaniel who smiled adoringly at her.
He dropped to his knees and held her hand, "I may not be the best man out there because I've dark side that I don't wish you to see but I promise to be the best husband and father to her children" he wiped the tears which escaped her eyes.
"I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you, I'm sorry for all the I'll cause you in the future and I'm sorry everything" he kissed her tears. Angelina wanted to ask him what happened but the emotions she was feeling were intense under her scorching gaze, making a word not to leave her mouth.
"Thank you for being mine," he kissed her forehead, "thank you for staying with me," he kissed her nose, "thank you for marrying someone like me" he kissed her jaw, "thank you for loving" he kissed her closer to her lips, "Then thank you for giving me the joy of fatherhood" and he latched his lips on hers as fireworks exploded in the sky and everyone came out clapping.
Nathaniel stood, hugging her as the waltz played soft music.
Everyone settled on their seats as Eliana served. Everyone was happy, talking, bickering. It felt like a dream. She felt belonged.
Angelina has made up with her grandparents but there was still some friction between her father and her grandparents yet they were trying to mend the relationship.
The party was going on as everyone involved in their activities, Angelina was resting on Nathaniel's arms watching how others were playing games before she pecked Nathaniel and told him she was coming.
Nathaniel reluctantly released her as he grumbled about not being able to spend enough time with her and peppered her face with kisses then released her.
Angelina groaned softly, messaging her temple as she felt herself getting thirsty. She walked away from the crowd, wanting to drink water as she padded herself to the refrigerator, she opened the fridge and took a can, gulping it down. She breathed out in relief, smiling happily as she put her hand at her lower stomach.
Pregnancy was one of the best experiences a mother could have.
She turned to go back when she saw the reflection of light from the kitchen, she tsked, knowing it was Bell that was the culprit.
Bell might be eating again, Angelina rolled her eyes at her thought, only God understood how her friend ate everything but never put on weight.
Angelina walked slowly, tipping her feet to scare Bell from behind, the door was agape and she pushed it softly but….
Her eyes widened in shock, she held the door handle in a grip, hiccups escaped from her lips continuously as she took in the sight at her front.
"What's the fucking hell!" she screeched.
In her front was her father's tongue deep in her friend's mouth.
Oh my freaking heart, and she fainted.
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