Chris and Darren on a trip/honeymoon in Italy! (Darren speaking Italian at some point of course!)
Right now, sitting in a café by the lake in a small Italian town called Baveno, it felt like heaven. The two men were sitting across from each other, hands linked on top of the table, still getting used to the feel of the new rings on their fingers when Chris whispered "Thank you. You made my dreams come true Darren Criss and I still can't believe we're married" Darren squeezed Chris's hand "Per voi, farei qualsiasi cosa. Ti amo Chris"(For you, I would do anything. I love you)
They paid the bill for breakfast and went for a walk, wondering what to do today. As they neared the Imbarcadero(pier) they decided on a trip around the lake. Chris has seen in guide books that one of the islands here was meant to be beautiful. "Due per Isola Bella ritorno, per favore"(two for Isola Bella return, please) Darren said. Chris would never get over how easily Italian still rattled of his husbands tongue. They were handed their tickets and went round to wait on the boat.
It truly was a beautiful day, it was only half 10 in the morning but the sun was splitting they sky, not a cloud in sight. When the boat arrived it was a short journey to the island, only two stops until they got off again. At first glance the place was breath taking, Small trees lined the pathway from the pier, and tourist stalls selling all kinds of things were dotted around the front between the bars and cafés. As they headed towards the back of the island they found what made it such a beautiful place, the Borromeo Palace and gardens. The rest of the day was spent exploring this wonderful place before catching the ferry back to their hotel.
Lying in bed that night, as the moonlight came in through the window Chris turned to Darren "You really love being in Italy again don't you?"
Darren blushed slightly "Yes, I love America, our jobs, friends but there's something vaguely homecoming about Italy to me now. era il mio primo amore." (It was my first love) Chris looked confused "I said it was my first love, the country, the language. It's a part of me I never want to lose. Just like you."
"You'll just have to teach me Italian then won't you?" Chris smirked.
"sarebbe il mio piacere, mi amore."(It would be my pleasure, my love) Then he leant down and kissed his husband and made sure to show him some of the treasures of being in Italy with him.
