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Chapter 7: Buona Notte

EPOV

I puttered around my dorm room as I waited for the clock to tick to 6. Emmett had set up his Playstation and we played some Call of Duty. My heart really wasn't into it. I gave up after the third time my character died. I shuffled back to my room and began unpacking my clothes and placing them in my closet. Jasper was fiddling around with his guitar. A playful smile was on his face and he had a dreamy look in his eyes.

"I think I'm in love," he said longingly.

My brows shot up to my hairline, "With whom, Jasper?"

"Alice," he sighed.

Oh jeez! Just what I need, Jasper using my sister as rebound.

"She's not a rebound, Ed."

Did I say that out loud? Shit!

"She's my lobster."

"Your lobster? What the fuck are you talking about, Jasper?!" Emmett said mirthfully.

"Have you guys never seen the show, 'Friends?'?" Jasper asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

"The show set in New York? With Jennifer Aniston? Hell yeah! She's hot," Emmett said as he waggled his eyebrows. I nodded in reply.

"Well, in one show, Phoebe said that lobsters mate for life. It was the episode where Ross and Rachel kissed for the first time. She exclaimed that Rachel was Ross's lobster," Jasper explained.

"And you think that my sister is your, um, 'lobster?'" I asked, trying to contain my laughter.

Jasper threw a pillow at me as he replied, "Shut it, you douche! I never felt this way about anyone. I know I met your sister before but I was dating Maria at the time and I didn't give her a second look. She was your SISTER from Christ's sake. Now that I'm single, I am looking at Alice in a different light. She's amazing." His eyes glazed over. He smiled wistfully, clutching his chest.

I blew out a breath and looked at my roommate. I eyed him speculatively and gave him the best "big brother stare." Jasper visibly shrank bank onto his bed once his eyes unglazed.

"Are you okay with this, Ed?" I stared at him for a few moments longer. Let him sweat it out for a spell. "Please? It would mean the world to me if you were okay with me and Alice, um… had your blessing?" Jasper sputtered.

"My blessing? You're not asking to marry her, are you Jas? If so, I'm the wrong person to get the blessing from. That would be Carlisle. However, it's cool if you date my sister. If you hurt her, though, I will not hesitate to kick your ass. Clear?"

"Crystal," Jasper replied with a look of relief on his features.

No time like the present to talk to Emmett about my Bella.

"Speaking of blessings, Em," I said.

"No. You're not dating Isabelly," he growled.

"Fuck! Why not?" I whined.

"One word…Tanya," Emmett reasoned.

"Okay, one mistake and I'm scorned for life? Seriously, Emmett? I really like her and I'm fairly certain she feels the same way."

Emmett heaved himself up and strode across the room. He grabbed my collar of my hoodie and slammed me against the wall. Ow. That hurt! "Why do you want to date my sister? You can have any girl in this school and you want MY sister!" he yelled. "Give me one reason not to kick your skinny ass and fuck up your pretty face."

"È il mio cantante," I whispered.

"Huh? You know I don't speak German," he grumbled as he released the grip on my shirt.

I fell forward, coughing and sputtering as the oxygen filled my lungs. "It's not German, you moron. It's Italian," I wheezed. "It means she's my singer. I told Bella this last night. My mom and I shared the love of music. She taught me how to play the piano and we used to sing together all of the time. We did that until she died when I was nine. She called me her singer. I completed her, she said. She completed me, as well. When she died, a part of me died with her. I had a huge hole in my chest and heart. That hole was filled last night when Bella sang with us last night."

Emmett thought about what I said. A scowl was still painted on his face. He wasn't budging. I could see the gears grinding in his head. He needed further explanation.

"Let me rephrase. She's my lobster," I said lamely, trying to make a joke.

His eyes glared into mine, "Let me make this perfectly clear. You hurt her, make her cry, or even remotely unhappy, I will have the football team kick your ass and then take your car and throw it into Lake Erie. You'll wish for death if you hurt her, Cullen." I gulped as I stared at Emmett's murderous glare. He forcefully pushed me back into the wall before he released me. "Don't fuck up, Cullen," Emmett sneered. "I'm going to go to the gym. I have to go beat something up."

Emmett gathered his gym bag and grabbed his keys. He bumped into me, causing me to fall on my ass by my bed, as he strode out of the room. Jasper was silently laughing at what happened.

I scrambled off the floor. "You know you got off easy, Whitlock. Quit sniggering. I may not be as big as Emmett, but I can still kick your ass." Jasper gave me a salute and continued unpacking his shit.

I was surprised at Emmett's reaction. Well, I was more surprised at how quickly he agreed to let me pursue Bella. Perhaps it was my sentimental story about her being my singer. I fervently hoped that I had no intention of hurting Bella. After the confrontation with Emmett, I gathered my keys and headed to the local Super Target. I needed to pick up some things. I meandered around the store for an hour and a half, gathering food for our room, school supplies, and other necessities. Before I left, I picked up some freshly baked cookies for Bella and a huge tub of Mac and Cheese with Bacon for Emmett.

I returned to Patterson with my spoils and walked back into my room. Jasper was napping on his bed with his iPod in his ears. Emmett had returned from the gym. He was typing furiously on his computer. His hair was damp, indicating that he had just gotten out of the shower. I stalked over to his desk, with my arms raised in peace.

"I come bearing gifts," I said with a crooked smile. Emmett glowered at me. I reached into the bag and got the tub of Mac and Cheese out for him. He eyed the tub. When he realized what it was, his eyes lit up. He opened up the top drawer of his desk, grabbed a fork and ripped the lid off of the macaroni. He began devouring the pasta. Dear God, he's inhaling it. Damn!

I chuckled at his reaction and walked to my bed and began to unloading my bags. I was so focused on my task; I didn't hear Emmett come up behind me. His large hand clapped on my shoulder as he spun me around. A girlish squeal escaped my lips as he stared at me. Jeez, I'm such a pussy.

"Edward, I'm sorry about reacting that way when you said that you were interested in my sister. I'm very protective of her. I'm thinking something happened to her last year and I don't want her to get hurt. You're a good guy. Tanya was a mistake. I know that and I won't hold it against you. But I do mean it, if you hurt her, you will wish for death. Thanks for the macaroni and cheese."

"You're welcome, Em. I promise I won't hurt her. I feel very protective of her as well," I said quietly. My mind raced to what Bella had said last night about Jacob. "I do have a question for you though."

"Shoot."

"Jacob?" I asked warily.

"Oh boy," he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "Bella will have to tell you that. It's not my place. However, I can tell you that they dated for a year and a half. That's all I really know."

So, they dated. I'll kill the motherfucker. Asshole!

"Thanks for the information," I seethed.

"What do you know about Jacob?" Emmett asked with concern.

"Not a lot. Bella asked me not mention it to you. I want to get the story from her."

Emmett roared. I flinched back, afraid that he was going to start letting his fists fly. Jasper jumped out of his bed with a wild look in his eyes.

"Em, please calm down!" I said quietly.

"I knew that kid was bad news!" he growled.

"You don't know what happened. I don't know what happened. The only people who do are Bella and Jacob. Please don't fly off of the handle over a situation you don't know all of the information," I rationalized.

Emmett took a deep breath and nodded. He punched his desk before he sat down and finished eating the rest of his macaroni and cheese. I shared a troubled look with Jasper. Jasper just shrugged. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was a little after 5. I took out my cell phone.

I miss you. Want to head out early? – E

I'm just putting finishing touches on my list of songs. Give me 5 mins? – B

That's 5 mins too long :-( - E

Patience is a virtue, Edward. Good things come to those who wait. Keep texting me and it'll take longer – B

Fine. See you in a little bit *pouts* - E

I gathered my messenger bag and a file with all of the songs that Breaking Midnight has performed in the past. I also grabbed my laptop. I had some pieces saved on Finale that I wanted Bella to look at while we worked. I placed my laptop, music and IPod into my messenger bag. I also picked up the cookies and headed downstairs to Bella's room. When I got there, the door was open.

I knocked on the door before walking in. I saw Rosalie on her bed. Her eyes were red and puffy but the worried look that was on her face the two times I met her was gone. She was reading a book and listening to her iPod. Alice was fussing in her closet. I put the cookies on what was presumably Bella's desk.

"Dammit! I have NOTHING to wear!" she fumed.

"Alice, you have more clothes than God. You have something to wear," I teased.

She poked her head out of her closet and stuck her tongue out at me. "Okay, Green-Eyed Freak, I have stuff to wear. However, none of it says 'first-day-of-college' chic. You know?"

"Ummmm…No. Alice, I don't know. Not everyone is a clothes-horse like you. Relax."

"Fine…whatever. It's not like I would take fashion advice from you. A hoodie, Edward? Also, haven't you heard of a comb?"

"No matter how many times I try to tame this," I said as I pointed to my disheveled bronze locks, "it doesn't happen. I have tons of cowlicks. I can't help it if I have awesome sex hair."

"Sex hair? That's a description for the ages," Bella laughed from behind me. She was smiling, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses.

Shit. She heard me. I'm such a moron.

"Ummm….you heard that?" I asked, my cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

"Yep," she said as she walked up and ruffled my already messy locks. "And as a matter of fact, I love your…what did you call it? Sex hair. Let's go!"

Bella Swan is going to be the death of me. But what a way to go…

"You want to walk or drive?" I asked.

"Walk. I need to get the feel for campus," Bella said as she grabbed a small leather messenger bag from her desk. She placed it on her shoulder.

"Alrighty, then. Let's go."

I swung my messenger bag over my head and laced my fingers with hers. The sky was a lovely pink color, as the sun was setting. However, there was a low rumble in the distance. It would probably be a stormy night tonight. We walked through the sleepy campus of Emerson University in a comfortable silence.

It took about fifteen minutes to reach the music building, Brandon Hall. The music building was just renovated two years ago. It boasted state of the art music facilities. The ensemble rehearsal spaces were sound proof. There was a recording studio in the basement. Each music student was assigned their own rehearsal practice space. It housed a music technology lab with Finale, Sibelius and other various music notation software. It was also one of the most beautiful performance spaces ever created. Brandon Hall was an amazing building. I used my keys to unlock the building. Bella looked at me with a questioning look on her face.

I chuckled, "Each music student is issued keys. There is a ton of expensive equipment and the university doesn't trust the random students to leave the building open. You'll probably get yours when you have your first voice or piano lesson."

She nodded, "How do you have keys already, Edward?"

"I may not have declared myself as a music minor last year, but I take piano and voice. I need to in order maintain my scholarship. I picked up my keys last week. I was asked to play at the Opening Convocation on Tuesday evening and I needed to practice the pieces that I chose. I could practice at home, but I'd rather do it here. The pianos are in tune and it drives me up the wall when they aren't."

"Like nails on a chalk board. I cringe whenever I hear an out of tune piano. It also sucks that I have perfect pitch…" Bella explained as we walked up the stairs to the practice rooms.

"Wait, you have perfect pitch?" I asked excitedly.

"Erm, yeah. I hate it though."

"Why?"

"You'll see when we sing an accapella piece in University Singers. My brain CANNOT change the keys. We tried to do it for Commencement. We sang Dr. Santiago's 'Set Me As A Seal.' It was written in the key of D minor. There were some high notes that the sopranos had difficulty reaching. My choral director tried to lower it a full step and I couldn't do it. We ended up singing it in the original key. My director had to do some minor rearranging to make it work. It's a curse."

"I never thought of it that way. Interesting…" I mused. "Here's my room."

I unlocked the door to the small rehearsal space. Located inside was a baby grand piano with a small lamp on the corner, a small sound system, and one of my guitars. In the corner of the room were a small leather chair and a tiny table with a lamp. I flipped on the lights and closed my eyes at the harshness of the fluorescent lights. I strode to the table with the lamp and switched it on. I switched on the lamp on the piano and flicked the overhead lights off. "Much better," I said. "Not as harsh."

Bella slowly walked into my practice room. She placed her messenger bag that she brought and dumped it in the corner of the room next to the chair. She ran her hands over the piano. She sat down on the piano bench and lifted the lid. Her hands ghosted over the keys. She closed her eyes and began noodling her fingers over the black and white keys. She started to play a familiar tune. I immediately recognized it as Clair De Lune.

"You play?" I whispered.

She nodded as she continued to play. I watched in amazement as her tiny hands played the rich, lush chords by Debussy. She played with such emotion, such passion. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. With each note, each chord, my feelings grew. The emptiness I felt in my heart after my mother died was being filled with beauty, talent and love that was Bella. I quietly walked to the piano and sat down next to my Bella. She had such a delicate style of playing. I was transfixed by her. I listened in silence until she concluded the beautiful piece, in awe of her beauty and talent.

The final chord resonated through the small practice room. Bella opened her eyes and gazed into mine. I couldn't resist kissing her. One of my hands reached behind her neck and the other snaked around her waist. I crashed my lips against hers. Her hands fisted in my hair and gripped my hoodie. I slowly licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance into her mouth. She granted it to me with a soft moan. She pulled my top lip between her lips and began nibbling.

Damn, this girl can kiss!

I pulled away from her lips and traced my tongue along her jaw. I kissed and suck gently on the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She whimpered at the contact. She roughly pulled my face back to hers and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

That's hot. I like aggressive Bella. She can play with me any day!

We kissed until we needed to break apart from lack of oxygen. I kissed her cheeks, her nose and gave her a chaste kiss on her lips before completely pulling away from her. I gently caressed her cheeks and tucked a piece of hair that fallen out from her ponytail behind her ear. Her eyes twinkled behind her glasses. I gave her a crooked smile.

"I could kiss you forever, Isabella," I said as I brushed my lips on forehead.

"Who says you have to stop?" she asked simply. She kissed me sweetly.

"You're incredible, Bella."

"No, that would be you, Edward," she said as she ran her hand down my cheek. Her soft hand on my face felt so nice. "You need to shave. Nice scruff, Cullen."

"I'll do it tomorrow," I laughed as I ran my hand across my cheek. I really was scruffy. "Perhaps I'll do it tonight, since we have an early class tomorrow. You still want to walk to theory together?"

"Definitely. Do you have a class after?"

"I have about an hour before my next class after theory. We can get breakfast if you have time," I said with a smile.

"Sounds like a date. So, let's talk music for Breaking Midnight," she transitioned.

"Before we do that, there is something I want to talk to you about," I said with a grimace on my face.

"Uh oh. I don't like that look," she said as she pulled away to look at my face.

"Emmett."

"Shit, Emmett," she responded, wrinkling her nose adorably.

"I kind of told him that I have feelings toward you," I said sheepishly. "It made sense. Jasper just about professed his love for Alice and asked for my blessing. It was almost like he was asking for her hand or something. Anyhow, I brought it up with Emmett and was not happy."

"Oh no! What did he do?" She cried.

"Grabbed my hoodie and slammed me into a wall? He also shoved me on my ass."

"Ugh! I'm going to kill him!" Bella screamed as she got up and started pacing around the small practice room.

I hopped up and held my arms out, "Bella, wait. I told him what I told you last night. Not in so much detail, but I think he gets that my feelings I have for you are NOT just a crush."

Bella stopped pacing and turned to face me. Her brow was raised over her glasses. She gestured with her hands for me to continue. I chuckled at her reaction.

"Bella, my feelings for you are much stronger than a crush. I can't describe how I feel. I'm hesitant to say 'love' because I don't want to freak you out, but that's the closest word I can use to have you understand my feelings. Emmett gets that. However he told me that if I hurt you, he'd have the football team kick my ass and dump my car into Lake Erie."

Her eyes softened at my confession. She walked toward me and melted into my arms. I held her tightly and swayed back and forth. She mumbled something into my chest.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't quite get that," I chuckled.

"I'm still going to kill him. I understand his protectiveness for me. However, when I needed it, he was here," she said as she played with the pocket of my hoodie.

"Whoa, wait a minute, Bella," I said with concern in voice. I used a finger to lift her chin to force her to look me in the eyes. In her brown eyes, I saw sorrow, fear and shame. "Explain that to me. Does this have something to with…? Jacob?"

She nodded. She started to open her mouth when her phone shrilled from her bag in the corner of the room. She rummaged in her bag and picked her phone.

"Hello?" she said with a wary glance at my direction.

This conversation is not over. Why are you so sad? So afraid? So ashamed? Tell me, Bella!

"Hello, Renee. Yes, I'm excited about starting college tomorrow," she said with an exasperated sigh. She held up one finger and pointed to the hallway. I nodded and I sat down on the chair in the corner. I fiddled with my phone until Bella returned from her phone call. She walked back into the practice room and gracefully slid to the floor facing me.

"Sorry about that. That was my mom. She wanted to chat with me before tomorrow," she explained.

"That's okay. Why wasn't she here yesterday?" I asked.

"My parents are divorced. I lived with my dad since I was a freshman. My mom remarried and he was a minor league baseball player. He got injured recently. Tore his ACL or something and she couldn't come and help me move in. Phil, my step-dad, is too dependent on her right now."

"Gotcha," I said as I slid myself on the floor and grabbed Bella's hands. I brought both of them up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles and flipped them to kiss her palms. "You completely blew me away with your piano skills earlier. I didn't know that you played."

"Just a bit. I know a few songs very well. However, I can't sight-read for shit," she laughed.

"I can help you with that," I said as I inched myself closer to her. "It's one of my specialties."

I leaned forward and brushed my lips with hers. I then ran my nose down her neck and peppered soft kisses on the soft skin there. Her breath became uneven and I pulled away with a smirk.

"You're a tease, Cullen."

"Me? Never!" I feigned innocence. "Now, back to our earlier conversation…"

"Oh right, that. Crap. I'd hope you had forgotten."

"I didn't, baby. Based on reaction from the Tanya situation last night and the look I saw in your eyes after mentioned about Em's protectiveness, there's something going on. I would like to know. I'll understand if you don't want to tell me now, but I would like to know soon. I want to help you."

"I like that," she muttered.

"Like what?" I asked.

"You called me 'baby,'" she said with a thoughtful smile.

"I'll call you whatever you want, baby. However, I think you're trying to distract me from the question at hand," I chided as I ran my fingers over her soft cheek.

"You're smart. Too smart," she teased. She rolled her eyes and turned away from me.

What? I want to look at you, beautiful.

She lightly hit my knees and I unfolded legs. She settled in between them and pulled my arms around her small body. She leaned against me as she laced her fingers with mine. She took a shaky breath before she began speaking. I pressed a soft kiss into her hair and tightened my hold on her.

"Jacob was my best friend in Forks. When I visited there as a kid over the summers, my dad would force me to hang out with Emmett. Emmett hung out with these guys from La Push. That's the Quileute reservation near Forks. Jacob hung out with them. As a kid, we were inseparable. Jacob and I were always together. That was one of the things I most looked forward to when I came to visit my dad. Seeing Emmett was a close second. When I moved back to Forks as a freshman, Jacob and I still maintained our friendship. It was strained though. I was in high school and he was still in middle school. Our strained friendship continued until I was a junior.

"Over the summer before my junior year, Jacob came over to my house. I was in the backyard reading a book. He burst into the backyard and he professed that he was in love with me. I was completely floored. I stood up and stared at him. I couldn't believe my best friend would have his feeling for me change so suddenly. He explained that these feelings had been growing since I moved back two years earlier. Then, he crossed over to me and kissed me. It felt weird. It felt like I was kissing my brother. I had some feelings for Jacob, but not the feelings that he wanted. He asked me if he could be my 'boyfriend.' I figured that I could try. He was a nice looking guy and at the time he was very sweet. I figured that perhaps if I stayed with him, my feelings would change.

"Suffice it to say, they didn't. We were together for over a year. Jacob would constantly say that he loved me and I would never really say anything in return. I would reply 'me, too,' but never say those three words. I could tell that he was getting very frustrated with me. His frustrations began at his trying to control everything that I did. He decided who I could hang out with. He wanted me to quit choir because he didn't want random people 'ogling' his girlfriend. He then started putting me down. He called me stupid and dumb. It escalated from there," Bella took off her glasses and wiped her face.

I could barely contain my rage toward this mongrel. How could he treat Bella like that!?

Bella replaced her glasses to her face and took another shaky breath, "By Christmas, I had absolutely no self-esteem. Jacob constantly told me that I was nothing. No one would ever want to be with me. I'm a stupid, mousy, choir nerd. He would be the only one who would love me. On New Year's Eve, I was feeling really depressed. My dad was working on some case. Emmett was at a party and I was home alone.

"Jacob came over. I could smell the beer on his breath. He pulled me onto the couch and starting kissing me. He was pawing my body and trying to unbutton my jeans. I started to panic. I pushed him off of me and said no. He said that I was his and I would give this to him. He reached for me again and I smacked his hands away. I punched his face. He raised his fist to hit me when my dad came through the door. My dad saw the whole thing happen. He was so livid, but I thought he was mad at me.

"He looked at Jacob and he smelled the beer on his breath. He shoved Jacob into a chair and grabbed his old handcuffs. He cuffed Jacob and called the cops. I refused to press charges, but Jacob was arrested for underage drinking and driving under the influence.

"It was safe to say that we were no longer together after that night, in my eyes. Jacob thought otherwise. In his mind, we are still together. He'll randomly show up and start kissing me like we were still dating. The last time that happened was about a week before I came out here. I was washing my car and Jacob showed up. He had a bouquet of flowers and he pulled me into a kiss. I tried to push myself away. He just held me tighter. If it wasn't for a nosy neighbor, I'm not sure what would have happened. Let's just say I'm happy I'm here and not back in Forks."

Bella twisted her body and turned to look at me. I'm certain that I had murderous look in my eyes. She reached up with a soft hand and ran it through my hair. I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch. I took a few cleansing breaths before I opened my eyes to face her again. I softened my expression and brought my hand to her neck and lightly traced circles under her hair.

"I'll protect you, Bella. I just found you and I don't want to lose you." I took her hand that was on my face and placed it over my heart. "You've made my heart whole again. I couldn't bear to lose you. This is yours."

She took one of my hands and brought it to her heart, "As this is yours, Edward. However, I need you to be patient with me. I'm still healing from the ordeal with Jacob."

I moved my hand to her lips, "I'll wait as long as I need to do. You're it for me."

She blinked and a few tears fell from her eyes. She gave me a watery smile before she threw her arms around my neck. "Thank you, Edward. You are too good to be true."

"I try," I joked. "We better head back to the dorm. It's getting late and we have an early class tomorrow."

She nodded as she moved away from me. Bella started to laugh. I turned to look at her as I was shutting off the lights.

"What are you giggling about, Swan?"

"So much for rehearsing! Sorry about being such a downer with my drama," she said as she exited from the practice room. She took her bag and swung it over her head. I locked it up and took her face in my hands.

"That took a great deal of courage and strength to get out of that situation. I admire you. Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being so patient with me."

I reached for her hand and captured it in mine. We exited the music building and headed back to Patterson. As we were walking, the skies opened up and we were caught in a downpour. Bella and I sprinted back to the dorm. As we were turning onto the street where Patterson was located, the skies lit up with a flash of lightening. Bella slipped a little bit. I caught her and scooped her up bridal style. I carried her all the way back to Patterson. She pulled her swipe card out of her pocket and opened the door. I continued to carry her to her room. She was giggling and trying to get out of my arms.

"Put me down, I can walk!" she said with a smile on her face.

"I know. I just love holding you. Since, I can't keep you overnight, yet, I'm holding on for as long as I can," I said with a seductive tone.

"Holy crow," she whispered, staring into my eyes. "Seriously, Edward, we're by my door. I need to get out of these wet clothes before I get sick and I really can't see you as my glasses are fogging up…"

"I got it, Bella," I said as I tentatively put her down. "Dormire bene, il mio bell'angelo. Il mio cantante."

"Lei dorme bene, anche, il mio bel cantante," she replied.

I crushed my lips against hers and pulled her into a tight embrace. Our tongues fought for dominance as her hands fisted in my wet hair. My hands slowly moved lower, past her waist to her ass. I'm certain that she could feel my excitement for her. We kissed for several more minutes until my sister opened up the door and cleared her throat.

Damn pixie.

"Buona notte, bello," Bella whispered against my lips.

"Buona notte, il mio cantante," I replied as she turned to go into her room. "See you at 7:15 to head to Brandon Hall."

She nodded and gave a small wave before closing the door.

Bella Swan will definitely be the death of me.

A/N: Pictures of Brandon Hall are on my blog, under the La Cantante tab. Also, check out my Facebook group: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction or find me on twitter: tufano79.

Translations:

Dormire bene, il mio bell'angelo. Il mio cantante – Sleep well, my beautiful angel. My singer.

Lei dorme bene, anche, il mio bel cantante – You too, my handsome singer.

Buona notte, bello – Good night handsome

Buona notte, il mio cantante – Good night, my singer

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