Hey, guys. In all honesty, I don't know what to say. Except here I present the sequel to 'Il suo amore', 'La lore vita nuova insieme'. Translates to 'Their new life together' in rough English, according to Google translator and reverso translator (thanks, Tiff, for Rule #3'ing- double-checking- for me!) If you haven't previously read 'Il suo amore', I suggest you do so, or you may be confused as to how we got where we are. Well, here we go. Enjoy!
Chapter 1— Honeymoon
"Tony, what are you doing?" Emmy asked, as Tony picked her up when they walked into their new house, after the wedding reception.
"Well, I have to carry my new bride over the threshold, don't I?" Tony asked, smiling.
Emmy smiled. "Yes, I suppose you do," she said, laughing, as he carried her into the house and into their bedroom. "I still can't believe Abby attached shoes to our car."
"I can," Tony said. "I wasn't surprised in the least."
Emmy laughed, but her laugh was interrupted when he kissed her.
"So, Mrs. DiNozzo," Tony said after, "are you happy?"
"Of course," Emmy said. "I love you, Tony."
"I love you, too," Tony said, kissing her again.
They playfully took off each others' clothes and lay down on the bed together. Emmy leaned up and kissed Tony tenderly. Tony leaned down and crashed his lips against hers, deepening the kiss. Emmy wrapped her arms around her neck, running her fingers through his now-unkempt hair. They kissed until they could barely breathe, and suddenly, Emmy wished she didn't need oxygen to survive. Tony's kisses were warm, light, moist, tender, and had a moment of hesitancy that left her craving more each time.
One thing led to another, and soon, Tony was down to only his boxers, and Emmy her panties and bra. Tony took the strap of her bra between his teeth and slid it down her arm, his teeth grazing her skin, sending shivers through her body. His fingers crept around to her back and unhooked it, and in a flash, it was added to the pile of clothes on the floor. Emmy slid her hands down Tony's shoulders, then down his arms, moving to his firm obliques, to his hips, and she removed his boxers, tracing the V of his abs. In a swift motion, Tony removed Emmy's panties and threw them to the floor, then they began to make love, rocking back and forth, rhythmically, together.
When they were finished, they lay silently, hearts beating, both breathing hard, particularly Tony. They soon fell asleep and lost all track of time.
The next day...
Emmy let out the breath she'd been holding, as she looked at the results showing on the pregnancy stick she held in her hand. She had been feeling dizzy, nauseated, and fatigued for several days, even having to go home early from work one day, so Abby had insisted she get a home test and take it.
It was two pink lines. Positive.
Emmy wasn't sure how she felt about suddenly being pregnant. Growing up, she had always said how she never wanted kids. However, now she was carrying Tony's child. This was entirely different. She was happier with him than she had ever been in her life, and she would not change that, not for anything.
But they were busy finishing getting ready to leave for the United States Virgin Islands, their honeymoon destination, in the morning. She didn't want to let Tony know and get him all worked up, when he was already excited for the honeymoon.
She decided to tell him later. She came out of the bathroom and went in the living room, where he was watching a movie.
"Are you OK, babe?" he asked, looking up at her. "You look pale."
"I'm alright," Emmy said. "I'm just tired. We need to head to bed early tonight, if we're gonna catch our 6:30 a.m. flight to the USVI tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll be there in a minute. You go ahead and go up," Tony said.
"OK," Emmy said, kissing his head before leaving the room. Half-asleep, she changed into her pajamas and got into bed. She was asleep before Tony even came up to the room. A little worried, he stripped down to his boxers, lay down and curled his body next to hers, and also soon fell asleep.
The next morning, Tony and Emmy got up at 5 a.m. to catch their 6:30 a.m. flight to the United States Virgin Islands. Tony slept most of the flight, though Emmy was not feeling well, so did not sleep. They arrived before lunch the same day and checked into their hotel. They spent the rest of the day taking an island tour, walking around, doing some shopping, and figuring out what all they wanted to do for the rest of their two-week stay.
On day 2, they spent the day at Trunk Bay, walking the pink beach, riding horses in the surf, snorkeling, and Tony even learned how to surf (Emmy refused). Tony had a bit of an issue learning the hard way how to snorkel properly; every time an interesting fish went underneath him, his breathing tube would fill with water and he got a few mouthfuls of salt water before learning. They had dinner at Beachside Café, the sun setting slowly around them.
On day 3, they enjoyed some local music entertainment and went sailing. They also took in an exotic birds show, and went dancing in the evening.
Day 4 consisted of a submarine dive, a helicopter flight, a trip to Paradise Point, and they went kayaking.
On Day 5, they toured a nature conservancy and went on a safari.
They spent day 6 mostly on and in the water, para-sailing, and they also visited Point Udall and went whale watching. Neither Tony nor Emmy had ever seen a whale before, so both were very excited when they did for the first time.
On day 7, Tony and Emmy slept late, exhausted from their first several days' worth of doing things. When they finally decided to get up around ten, they took a long drive and found a secluded hiking trail that had no indication, as to where it led. Curious, they looked at each other and nodded, deciding to see where it went.
They parked the car and walked the path, holding hands, backpacks slung over their shoulders. The path split off in two directions, and they followed both; one path led to a cliff, which rose about twenty feet above a crystal-clear natural pool.
They paused for several moments, looking at it. They could see the bottom in places, but for the most part, could not.
Then Tony looked at Emmy. "I think we should jump," he said.
"What?" Emmy asked, giving him a look.
"I think we should jump it," Tony said. "It would be fun."
Emmy looked nervous. "Tony, I don't know..." she said nervously.
"Would you like me to go check the water level?" Tony asked.
"Please," Emmy said, nodding. "It would make me feel better."
"OK," Tony said. In a flash, he changed from his street clothes to his swim trunks and took the path on the right that led down to come out beneath the cliff, by the water. He waded in until he was up to his shoulders and could see Emmy standing on the cliff, watching him.
"It's nice and cool," he called up to her, treading water and back-stroking a little, looking up at her.
"OK, you've had your fun, now come back up here," Emmy called down to him.
Tony waded back to the shore and ran back up the path to her. By the time he had returned, she had changed into her swim suit as well.
"Ready?" he asked, looking at her.
"Yes," Emmy said. She looked quickly at him. "Listen, Tony, if something happens... I love you."
"I love you, too, but nothing will happen, I promise," Tony said, kissing her.
Then Tony and Emmy joined hands, looked at each other for a moment, and jumped.
Tony swam quickly up to the surface and tread water, waiting for Emmy to also surface.
He began to panic when, a few long moments later, she did not.
"Emmy?" he called, looking around for her. Then he noticed the red in the water. "Emmy!" he yelled. "Oh, my God!"
He dove below the surface and could see her lying, unconscious, at the bottom of the pool. He could barely see her through the red haze. He felt around until he found her arm, then felt around again until her found her other arm. He pulled her into his grasp and kicked to the surface, gasping for air when he broke the surface. He swam over to the pool's edge, where there was a small sandbar, and laid her down, face-up. He listened for breath sounds and checked for a pulse: nothing.
He began chest compressions, then gave her two rescue breaths. He continued this until finally, she regained consciousness and coughed up water. She tried to say his name, but it came out as nothing more than gurgling, as she choked on more water. She slipped back into unconsciousness, so Tony checked again that she was breathing and her heart was beating: this time, it was. He turned her on her side, in case she started to vomit or cough up more water.
Tony knew he needed to get an ambulance there and fast. Emmy was badly hurt and needed immediate medical attention. Checking her a second's notice before, he got up and ran up the hill, to where they had left their backpacks at the base of the cliff. He grabbed both bags and ran back down to her, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed 911 and sank to his knees next to her. He explained what had happened and gave their location. Then he hung up.
Emmy was semi-conscious again.
"Em, I'm sorry, but this is gonna hurt," Tony said, before pressing both hands firmly, but gently, on her head wound.
Emmy screamed in pain for a moment, then passed out again. She lost and regained consciousness several times before the ambulance finally arrived.
"Are you family?" one paramedic asked, as he and his colleague lifted Emmy onto a gurney and strapped her down, per protocol.
"Yes, I'm her husband," Tony said, trying not to lose it. "Where are you taking her?"
"Puerto Rico's 20 minutes from here by air," the first EMT said. "We'll stabilize her there, then move her to the States."
Tony nodded and went with them. The entire flight to the hospital, he held Emmy's still hand, silently, unmoving, hoping desperately she was alright.
Well, there you go, readers. Action! Right away! I don't remember who it was, but a reader mentioned 'Il suo amore' moved too slowly for a while, so of course, right away, I started thinking up lots of action things to put into the sequel, as it was too late to change the parent story. However, despite losing the original sequel chapters, most of the story is already written and I will continue working on it this summer when I can. Expect my writing to drop off a bit around the end of August, but that's two months away, so we've got a lot of time yet. I will be updating a chapter a week, so stick around. And as always, if you read, please review to tell me what you thought! Thanks.
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