A New Beginning

By Tvdfanpam

Chapter 29

Honeymooning

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or get paid to write this story.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favored this story. I have had a fun time writing it.

CPOV

I can't believe my angel married me. I am beyond happy. I hope I don't wake up one day to find that this has been just a dream. Who knew that I would ever find the love of my life? I am truly amazed by the woman sleeping beside me. I can't wait to see her face when I tell her what we are going to do today.

I have arranged a cooking class with the best Italian chef in the world. Massimo Bottura has agreed to spend the afternoon teaching Ana and me how to make Spaghetti Alla Carbonara and Tiramisu. Well, mostly Ana, but I don't want to leave her alone with him. He is the crowned King of Italian chefs, the owner of Osteria Francescana Restaurant; one of the best restaurants in Italy. He doesn't usually give cooking lessons; I had to bribe him with a new Ferrari but it will be worth the look on my sweet wife's face when she finds out what we are doing today.

My wife loves to cook. She has made us several meals while we have been here. I love eating her food. I think she is a better cook than Gail, my house manager, but I wouldn't tell Gail that. My angel stirs next to me. "Hi beautiful girl. I've been waiting for you to wake up. I have another surprise for you today." She smiles softly at me.

"You have spoiled me so much already. What now?" She asked eagerly as she moves closer to me. She is wearing a satin night gown. What were we talking about? All I can think about now is sliding that beautiful gown off her body and sliding into her. So I do.

Making love with my wife is an out of body experience. I never knew it could be like this. I want to make love to her all the time. It's all I can think about besides how to make her smile. Just thinking about her makes me smile, Taylor thinks I have lost my mind, I can tell. I see him looking at me out of the corner of my eye sometimes. I can't help it, I am so in love. I am such a sap!

"Angel, we are going to have a cooking class this afternoon." She runs over and wraps her arms around me and gives me a big smacking kiss as she comes out of the bathroom.

"Oh my God! Is it with Massimo Bottura?" She practically screams. "He is the best chef in Italy. I am so excited!" She is practically jumping up and down. Hmm, that makes her breasts bounce up and down. What was she asking?

"Yes it is. How did you know?" I ask as I narrow my eyes at her. Does she have a crush on him? Oh no, this is a bad idea. I wonder if I can cancel the order for that Ferrari.

"I overheard you yesterday talking to Taylor. I thought we were going to have dinner at his restaurant. Is he coming here or are we going to his restaurant?" She asked eagerly. I don't think this is a good idea anymore. She might fall in love with him and leave me. I frown. She smiles at me. "I won't ever stop loving you. You are stuck with me forever." She kissed me softly. Okay, I guess the cooking lesson is back on then. I smile back at her.

"He will be here later today. We have time to walk through the town for a few hours if you want." She smiles at me again. I love making her happy. My angel loves to explore new places. She said she is thinking about writing a book set in Italy. I think that is a great idea. That will be a good reason to come back here. I wonder if I should expand my business to Italy. My angel loves it here, I want to stay here with her forever.

We have a fun time exploring the town and walking down the narrow brick streets. Ana looks at everything with wide eyed wonder. It is like seeing everything for the first time again. She loves the little shops and has bought a lot of gifts to take back home to our family. I tried to talk her out of it, saying my mom and Mia can buy their own soap and lotion but she just laughed at me saying we need to support the local economy. Well, that is true so I encouraged her to buy whatever she wanted.

Massimo Bottura arrived with an entourage and breezed into our home like he owned it. He took one look at my beautiful wife and smiled wide. That made me frown. I don't like men looking at my wife. I know she is beautiful and it is hard not to stare but come on. She walked over to him and took his out stretched hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it. I don't like that at all. I frowned again. She was smiling.

"It is so nice to meet you. I am a big fan." She said softly. He started talking rapidly in Italian. What the hell is he saying? I knew I should have bought that Italian Rosetta Stone that Andrea said I needed.

She leads him into the kitchen; it is beautiful and spacious. Grey painted cabinets with white marble counter tops and a huge center island. He has his staff bring in the supplies and starts setting up for the lesson. He is all business now; the man knows his way around a kitchen and you can tell he is a master chef. In no time at all, we have fresh pasta drying on the racks he brought and he is showing Ana how to grate the pecorino Romano cheese for his signature dish.

As a wedding gift, he brought in a crate of wine. It is a sweet Italian wine that will go great with dessert. Ana thanked him graciously. She is such a wonderful hostess.

Our cooking lesson is a great success. Once he started cooking, he forgot to flirt with my wife. I can see that his career is his life. That's good, I don't want him flirting with my wife. She is my life. We invite him to have dinner with us but he refused gracefully saying he must get back to his restaurant. He shakes my hand as he is leaving and said he expects his Red Ferrari to be delivered next week. I nod and tell him it will be there.

We eat the meal we prepared together and marvel at the taste. We try the wine with our tiramisu and it is a perfect complement to the dessert. "Thank you Christian." Ana says as we finish up our meal and load the dishwasher. "I really enjoyed cooking with you today. Maybe we can take another cooking class sometime. This has been a great experience. I feel like I am living a fairy tale. I am so happy I married you. Let's don't ever stop being this happy." She smiles again as she sips her wine.

Indeed, let's not ever stop being this happy, I think as I kiss her and taste the wine on her tongue.