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10.- Wish Granted!
Suddenly, the noise of the fall of one of the cup of Champagne, breaking on the floor, broke at the same time Francesco's trance and looked over at that point , the owner of the cup, was Kaori, who looked at the Italian racer with big sad eyes , all she wanted to take her children and leave that place right now. But she turned around only to look with the sight of Chuki. This had been a trap.
Kaori's lips began to tremble and her eyes nearly filled with tears of anger, relief, grief, many things that exploded inside. Her friend looked back, but the sight of the pink-haired Japanese woman told her that this should be in this way, at the same time with this she said to Kaori: "Sorry".
The red haired gasped to not cry, just then she apologized to the excuse that she would go for something to pick up the pieces of broken cup on the floor. She asked her children that don't move of there, and almost ran out from the room by a corridor, passing on her walk by the side of Francesco who looked her wistfully, but she ignored him.
- Kaori... - Whispered the Italian guy, not hesitating to turn back to look for her, there were many years of stonewalling, of silence ... of loneliness.
When caught her, they was just in a small corridor next to the kitchen door, he took one of her wrists so she would not, and she slipped from his grab with agility, the woman turned around, glared at him and while she had that hand still in the air, used the momentum to impact Francesco's face a resounding slap . He looked surprised, but somehow knowing that he deserved it.
-I should have done this from the first time I saw you at the hotel for more than six years ago. - Whispered the redhead muttered, shaking from head to toe and began to mourn this time could not help. - Why did you come back here? Why? -
- For you. - Francesco said firmly, while keeping one hand on his cheek.
-Lie! - Kaori shouted. - It's a lie, you have your own life, you're about to get married and now you come to torment me with your presence on propose. - She wiped some tears with her fingers and kept talking. - Do not know what you're thinking? But if I am right, I'll bet you and Chuki were agreed, and you were always aware of everything. I mean about the children. - She paused a moment to dry another couple of tears. - But I will let them know who you are, do not want them to suffer because of us. Nor will let you that you take them from me, if that's one of your intentions. - The redhead just hurt too much to imagine that the Italian man could take her little kids away. Could he become so cruel? She does not think so, but at that time many things were going through her mind because of fear.
Francesco looked at her and listened attentively, felt a little offended by certain phrases, especially about she said about the children.
-Stop please, no more lies, no more assumptions... Ever you would remove them... I heard you and now please, you listen to me. I'll tell you why I'm here – Francesco said, almost pleading, looked into her eyes, that she realized that he was putting all his heart into his words.
Kaori calmed down, but still panting from her crying, she will hear him, she would not be so unfair, she had been pretty, would not admit it proudly as easy, or all depended on what Francesco could say.
- You're right, I asked Chuki give me a hint of your whereabouts, but it was not only for the children, in fact of their existence I just found out a couple days ago. –
- What? You did not know? - She did not understand that part very well. How was it possible?
-I swear, Chuki took good all over them, the children... I saw her every year, a few days before the Suzuka race for an interview, and every time she came I could not help asking for you. She did not betray you... Just she could not handle the weight of deception, you need understand her. - He tried to take Kaori's hand, but the redhead rejected him, putting it behind her back.
-Do not touch me... You, you are with another woman, stop playing with women, stop hurt me... if you touch me I swear that I will beat you and in your life you want to go back to ask for me. – She was offensive with him; at least she could understand Chuki for what she did. Right now she still could not admit that she was jealous of Gina.
- Calm down, please , seriously ... Forgive me I looked for you really, but you were gone... I'm not with another woman now, if you talk about Gina... She and I broke the commitment, because neither was consistent with the other. I tried everything... I swear…. Why do you think I've gotten here to you? - With that question he waited a few seconds, the Italian man at every moment seemed a little desperate because he wanted her to believe him.
- I... I do not know ... but why break a commitment to a woman as beautiful and successful as that model? Why are you so with the girls? - She was still confused with the whole thing. Kaori feeling very ugly and insignificant, overshadowed by a woman extremely beautiful as Gina, so she does not quite understand.
- I did not let her; she left me... but on one side I wanted she did. - Explained in a few words the racer.
It was rare for a woman to reject the appeal Italian man, or maybe... no... Kaori refused him for a long time, who knows if she was the first to do so, then the second was Gina, that also broke him emotionally... might be.
- Why are you doing all this? I just do not understand... Why? - The redhead whispered that last question.
- Just because... I love you... Do you understand? All these years... Wanted to go back, now clarified that he wanted to return to the beginning to find you and really did not know why... I thought I just wanted to sleep with you again, but over the years I realized that it was not just for that, and that couple of days we spent together for the first time, meant much more than lust. - Francesco could not go with his heart, knelt at the risk of being beaten up, hugged the redhead's waist, almost to the point of wanting to mourn, like a child who needs comfort. - Forgive me... I did not know, did not know about the kids ... believe me. - The Italian guy closed his eyes and clung closer to her, placing his head on her belly.
- Francesco... - Kaori felt it was enough of torturing him, and while she was well , she just caressed his dark hair , her heart felt he was being sincere . After a moment, the redhead offered her hand to him to stand up. Francesco stand up and looked into her eyes.
-Please... - He was going to start talking again.
- Francesco... - She interrupted him, placing a finger on his lips. - I swore that you were not coming back; I thought I'd lost you forever, but now you've gone and I say this... - Interlace the fingers of one of her hands with his. - I can honestly tell you that I love you... I did not know exactly how and why I came to this conclusion. But, with the passing of the years, I could not forget you... And I realized that you'd come deep inside my heart. I think I was waiting for you, forever, in this long time; there was no one else in my life... And how could I forget you? If I have two little people that never going to let me do it.
The racer smiles and close to the redhead in his arms, she corresponds better understanding why they had gone through so much to get back together again, Kaori missed those warm arms, in which each of its attempted lonely nights recreate in her mind without getting obvious the same result, the heartbeat, the smell of his perfume, that she remembered and had not changed.
On his side, Francesco could not help feel the smell of her hair, which had a soft scent of chamomile and was like silk, and her pale skin, while keeping hugged, toured with both hands her bare shoulders without being too much invasive as the first time.
Anyway without almost unavoidably left her a kiss on the hair and then her cheek, her neck down to where he wanted to start stamping ground, but she did not allow it, not yet. Kaori moved away from that hug.
- What is it? – He asked, was a little confused with that reaction, if she had said she loved him, then what was the problem?
She stared at him, and finally spoke with decision.
-I want you to meet them. Wait for me here. - The redhead turned serious, well away traces of her tears from her eyes, and went immediately back to the party room, but first enter the kitchen and bring with her a broom and dustpan, that was what she was going to do at first.
When she returned at the party, the atmosphere was still lively, Kaori walked as if nothing happened and asked to clean up her mess. Chuki watched her expression a bit worried, so she approached to Kaori while her friend was picking up the pieces of glass from the floor.
- Kaori... I... - The pink-haired Japanese woman would apologize to Kaori, but she shook her head, looked at her and smiled.
- Thanks Chuki. - That the reporter knew only did what dictated the heart, she had said from the beginning that Francesco needed to know about his children.
Once finished cleaning everything, Kaori approached Lucciano and Luccia, and asked them to accompany her way to the kitchen. Kids simply obeyed their mother without question, but it gave a serious look each other.
Kaori came back with Francesco again, children walked behind her, and stopped when their mother did; the redhead left the broom and dustpan to one side of the kitchen door, and returned with all three at the small corridor. Lucky looked up, the racer, was almost breathless, as he was one of his idols, however Luccia was not so impressed.
- Eh ... hello... - Francesco did smile a little strange, not really know what to say to the children, but to see them well, kneel down, with one knee on the floor. - Wow... You're my living... Portrait. - Whispered when he saw Lucciano and then looked at Luccia . - And you, you're very beautiful. -
-I know. - The girl smiled proudly.
That made Francesco laugh slightly, he would have said exactly the same.
- You're sweet, and seem you speak very good English. - Francesco noticed.
Anche - Parlo l'italiano, posso capirti perfettamente. (I also speak Italian, I can understand you perfectly.) – Luccia said.
- Stupendo! - Smiled the racer, seems to understand perfectly with the girl.
- Why he say me that? - Lucky looked at his mother in confusion.
The redhead smiled at her son, she did not know how to start, but Francesco had said something compromising, and she knew they in some way or another would understand, in that place, in that small corridor, near the kitchen, there was no one else, was a good place to talk, no one could interrupted them.
- Lucky, honey... - She knelt to begins to speak with him, with a huge sigh, she courage herself to reveal the truth. – Do you remember a few weeks ago you asked me on Father's Day and all that? You asked me to tell his name, and I gave it. Do you remember that name? - She took one of his hand in both of hers, pressing them gently, as if she wanted to feel in that touch that Lucky forgave her before saying what she needed to say him.
-Yes, I remember... You said Dad name was Francesco, like Mr. Bernoulli. - He looked at his mother as she stood up.
Kaori took Luccia's hand, hold Lucciano hand yet, and then put them both together, side by side, facing the Italian man, who was standing again. This time she had a hand on the shoulder of each child and her expression was neutral.
-Lucciano, Luccia... - Raised an arm to chest height, indicating with her hand to Francesco. -I present you to Francesco Bernoulli... he... is your father.
The children were speechless, their first reaction was to look at each other without being able to close their mouth and after a couple of seconds began to clear and focus on the man who now had on front of them.
To be continued...Disclaimer: -Kaori, Lucciano and Luccia and this story belong to me. (c) Shadoru.
-Other characters belong to. (c) Disney. PIXAR.