So, casually watching Bones, and I had the urge to write a chapter. Which means, I'm back! And it feels so good to write another chapter! I've missed it so much, and I remembered where I was last!

I'm so sorry for the delay, but things are slowly picking up here, which means my life is slowly coming back to normal, which means, more writing, more chapters.

Enjoy!

"Now that is what I call the mile high club" Diego chuckled, kissing the exposed skin on my neck, as I buttoned up my blouse. The plane was landing which meant no more rounds and we had to strap in.

"That's something off our bucket list, what's next?" I asked him curiously.

"Hmm, sex in a hotel in another country?" he suggested to me.

"We can definitely check that off our list. I have a feeling sex would be a good distraction for me right now, and all through this trip…my heart is pounding, I can feel my pulse everywhere on my body" I admitted to him.

"Yeah? Everywhere?" he asked smirking "Didn't think you could get a pulse down there" he chuckled

Rolling my eyes, I turned to face him. "I'm being serious…and yes you can, just not a pulse from your heart beat from what I've experienced" I explained, before standing up "Come on, we should strap in, there's a reason why you have to strap in before the plane lands, always been curious though" I said standing off the bed and finishing getting dressed. Once Diego had finished, we both left the back bedroom heading to the seats.

The plane had finally landed, and I had anxiety running through my blood stream. I looked out of the small jet window, seeing nothing but tarmac, blue skies, more airplanes, and the heat rippling off everything outside. Which meant it was hot. And I was already hot from Diego and I's mile high club session.

"You good?" Diego asked me, his shirt rumpled on his body. Diego had wanted to take the smart formal approach when meeting my mother. Apparently, he wanted to impress her on his side of being the fiancé to her daughter.

"No…but I will be okay…I mean…I will be finding my birth mother, God knows what information I will be finding out tonight…everything could go so right, and then, everything could go so wrong and backfire" I sighed to myself.

Grace had told me the event which happened all those years ago. Mother's who weren't pregnant, then suddenly 9 months pregnant and giving birth, and giving their children away for money to a millionaire, billionaire, what ever his status was.

"Well, I will be there for you every step of the way" he smiled softly at me "And when we get home, I know…most of them back home will be supportive as well"

"I know Diego" I told him "But…I'm worried of what it will do to me emotionally…I don't want to literally blow up in front of my birth mother and she realises what monster she thankfully gave up"

Diego watched as the seat belt light finally turned dark, allowing him to remove his belt, before reaching over to me and taking my hand. "Baby, you are not a monster" he assured me "You are a badass woman who has incredible powers, who when someone slaps her, she will punch back" he chuckled "And I can't wait for that moment to come one day" he winked "Come on, let's get off the plane"

Nodding to him, I unbuckled my seat belt from my waist and got up, before looking up at the over head cabins, opening the door and grabbing the bags, passing some to Diego, before taking my own.

Walking to the jet door, the door was pushed open, the heat of Italy hitting us both "Holy crap" Diego said covering his eyes with his hands "Damn, this is a whole new heat"

"We will get used to it the more we are here…though I don't know how long we will be here for" I told him, carefully walking down the steps once they were bought to us, seeing the hire car waiting for us. "Allison went all out" I mumbled to myself

"Think a bouquet of flowers will be enough to say thank you to her?" Diego asked me.

"Maybe some expensive wine, and expensive chocolates along with an expensive dinner" I told him chuckling softly. "Let's just get to our hotel, then…we go find my mother"

Most people would find their hotel, settle down, wait a day or two to find their biological mother, but not me. I need to find her now, see her now, get answers now, that way after that was done, I could focus on the wedding.

Finding her now, meant staring at the street sign. Knowing this was the road she lived on…or used to. Grace had only files on the address on which my mother lived on during my birth, not after.

"What if she isn't here?" I asked Diego, continuing to stare at the sign, while he looked around, watching the natural Italians act on their normal day.

"Then…you have two options" he informed me. "You either turn around and leave and we go home, or we find some updated resources on her location. Everyone has a name, age and an address, just depends on if she still lives here"

"I guess…turning around and forgetting about it…probably wouldn't be the option I would pick Diego, hence dragging you all the way to Italy"

"Hey, you may have dragged me at first, but I am your future husband, which means, we stick together no matter what the other decides" he smiled at me. "Come on, I doubt staring at the sign, it will move" he chuckled, taking my hand and walking down the path of the street.

I kept my eyes down on the floor, watching my feet take each step, avoiding the cracks and lines of the bricks they laid down for the path, before feeling my arm being tugged. "Huh?"

"This is it" Diego spoke, looking at the house in front of me. "Looks big"

I looked at the large double doors in front of me. I hadn't even noticed the canal on the other side. So, when you walked out of the house, you were met with stone railings and looking over the canal, which wasn't exactly the right colour either. The door was large, wooden, a door arch around it, the same colour as the walls, some biscuit beige colour. Two shell lanterns on either side of the door, and the mail box in the wall with the name Cabello engraved into it. Cabello wasn't an Italian name.

"You going to knock?" Diego asked, as I continued to admire the scene in front of me. Below the shell lanterns attached to the wall, two plant stands filled with colourful flowers, and a door mat with the word 'WELCOME' designed onto it.

"Huh?" I asked him, looking at him, worried, my heart pounding.

"Breath in, and breath out" he advised me.

Closing my eyes, I breathed in slowly and exhaled slowly. Though that didn't work, I had to toughen it out. Raising my fist, I lifted to knock on the large double wooden door, before the door swung open, revealing a man with grey black hair, olive skin and a concerned look on his face.

"How can I help?" he asked, it sounded like a Spanish accent.

"Er…" I spoke, but I couldn't let the words flow out of me.

"Hi, my name is Diego, and this is my fiancé Lexi…we were wondering if a lady called Marzia Verona lived here" Diego spoke out taking control. That was his thing.

"If we are talking about the same woman, then yes, Marzia Verona lives here, but legally her name is Marzia Cabello after her marriage to me" the man spoke.

"Rogelio? Who's at the door?" A woman with an Italian accent called out.

"It's for you honey" The man, Rogelio spoke out. Biting my lip, I heard the sound of heels walking along from the sounds of expensive flooring, before a woman with strong features walked to the door.

I continued to stare. This was her. This was my mother.

She was beautiful. Strong jawline, a sharp but not too sharp nose, her green eyes could pierce any soul. She looked like a strict woman, but I hoped she was filled with love.

"I'm Marzia, how can I help you?" she asked in her Italian accent.

Words were failing me. But I knew there was only something I could do. Opening my bag which hung by my waist, I pulled out a folded brown folder, before handing it to her.

Her eyebrows furrowed before taking the brown folder, unfolding it, before opening it up, her eyes scanning before her eyes widened, her hands starting to shake.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Rogelio asked his wife, who I assumed was their relation.

Marzia looked up at me, tears filling her eyes, her green eyes becoming glassy from the tears. "It's…you"

"Hi, mom" I managed to speak out.