And good morning to you too!
A casual Venetian morning graced Giovanni. Warm sunlight washed over his face, turning the black of his eyelids to a bright red. Birds chirruped outside his window, mewls of stray cats startling the finches and song birds that nested in the small trees.
He stretched out on his side, his fingertips brushing up his beloved wife's back. A contented smile came to his lips. He pressed softly up against her body, a gentle, loving hand curling around her waist. He nuzzled her warm brown hair.
"Buon giorno, mio amore," he murmured, smiling as Maria shifted to tangle their fingers together.
"As well as you, Giovanni," she mumbled sleepily. He pressed a soft kiss to her jaw.
"How did you sleep?" he asked quietly. Maria snorted lightly, peeling her eyes open to lean back and leer at her husband.
"Fine, until you woke me up," she smiled. Giovanni chuckled. He loved his wife's wit, and how quick she was to retort to any loving jibe he aimed at her. Their children had been subjected to her sharp humour many times before.
"My love, you wound me!" Giovanni chuckled lightly at the small smack he received. "Quite literally, too."
"Oh hush, you," Maria quipped, leaning back into her husband's embrace.
"I suppose you have to get going soon?" she asked, her tone carrying a small trace of sadness. Giovanni nodded, playing idly with Maria's hair.
"Yes. A life of a banker is a hectic and aggravating one," he murmured darkly. He felt Maria shrug a shoulder.
"I would figure the life of an assassin would be a bit more grating on the nerves," she mused, staring at Giovanni from out of the corners of her eyes. The man shrugged as well.
"Not so much, no. People don't question your motives until the task is done. People at the bank are always bickering. Their squabbling voices irritate me so much. But when you're sailing through the air, wind wild in your face, and then the success of a kill, it is so...ienthralling/i! You don't have to deal with irate customers and their snide little quips," Giovanni shook his head, scowling softly. Maria sighed.
"I suppose that does make sense... but, the life of a banker is also as dangerous as the life of an assassin," she tilted her head upwards, gently pressing her lips to Giovanni's chin. "Your bank is the biggest in Florence. The Pazzi are out to get you, amore, please, be wary of whom you trust..." she trailed off, biting hesitantly at her lower lip. Giovanni chuckled.
"Si, si, I know. I always do, my darling, don't you worry."
"Let me worry," she snapped. "I don't want Frederico growing up without his papa."
Giovanni sighed heavily, a weight settling in his chest at his wife's words.
"You worry about me working in a ibank/i, but not as a killer who's face is plastered all over Italia? You strange little woman, you befuddle me so," he smiled at the whack to the head he received.
"Maybe you should not worry about the Pazzi or anyothers who desire me demise, but instead yourself, my love. I might suffer a head injury from all your assualts."
Marai smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"You little scoundrel," she laughed, lightly pressing their lips together. Giovanni smirked.
"That I am."