Welcome back! This update skips ahead a little. About two weeks from where we left off in the previous chapter. Please note that this makes the story a little easier to work on...

Chapter 12: The truth is...

I love March. America is all thrown off of his schedule and is tired when he's at meetings (Daylight savings time is a bitch. Thank your founding fathers, fat ass!) That and everyone else seems to be less bitchy. Except Feliciano who is currently about a month pregnant, but whatever.

Also this means Antonio and I spend the whole month in Italy, because my boss demands that I'm here on the day of the Italian unification. Which is when me and Feliciano celebrate out birthday.

I know how much I love my home, and Antonio loves it too. He never complains when I drag him here. Mainly because I seem happier when I'm here. Maybe I am.

Mornings are easier in Rome, and my house is decorated nicer. That plus my ocean view is supreme.

I was in the middle of another dream about my amazing city when I felt a pair of lips pressing against the back of my neck, followed by laughter. "You talk in your sleep, amor."

I turn over to face Antonio, scowling a little. "Don't listen to me when I do that."

"Shhh..." After being silenced very nicely. I was ready to start my day.

"Loviiiiiii!"

I sighed, not moving from my comfy place in my chair. I didn't even say anything. I just kept reading my novella that I had forgotten I had bought last time I was here.

"Lovi come here!"

"Why should I?"

Antonio whined a little and walked out of the kitchen with one of those wedding magazines. Since we arrived we had been talking about this because the bastard had found my stash that I hid in my office. It was one of those "why not?" decisions, neither of us had work to do. It had been a few days over a month since we were engaged, but we had nothing else to do.

"I have to show you something." He said excitedly as he got down onto his knees beside me. He shifted the magazine in his hands. "You would look great in this."

"YOU BASTARD I SHOULD KILL YOU FOR THAT!" I kind of shouted as I hit him on the head with the magazine. Did he really just try to show me a wedding dress? Antonio laughed as I continuously hit him with the magazine.

"Lovi! Lovi I was kidding! Cut it out!" He said trough his loud annoying laughter. I hit him one more good time before stopping.

"Bastard." I added as I opened the magazine to actually look at it. It was a nice dress. It was long, sleeveless and had a princess look to it. In short, a girl's dream dress. "It's nice, but if you wanted to get me in a dress you're crazy."

"I've done it before."

I raised the magazine to hit him again, he flinched away and laughed. "What's wrong?" He asked me when his laughter calmed down. "Do you want to wear it?"

"NO! A-and even if I did it wouldn't fit." I said. I would never do that. Even if he begged me to. "Dresses are for women and if you wanted to marry someone in a dress you should have found a nice girl. Like Bella."

Antonio sighed and wrapped his arms around me. "But I love you, and only you. I love Bella different from my love for you. She is more like my sister. You're my Lovi." He kissed the top of my head.

I smiled a little and leaned into his arms. "When do you want to get married?"

He laughed a little at my subject change. "Spring?"

"That's a little close, isn't it? How about late summer? In your country. Between those trees on the far side of the tomato fields. Right as the sun sets."

Antonio laughed again, pulling me closer.

"Stop laughing at me."

"I'm not. I'm laughing at the fact that you have this all planned out. You're so cute when you're being romantic." He whispered. "I love it when you're like this."

I sighed. "Don't make fun of me."

With a light kiss on the lips he let go. "I'll never stop."

Moving away I opened my book back up and began reading.

"Are you hungry? I haven't seen you eat since breakfast."

"What time is it?"

"Almost two."

Damn, had it really been that long since I ate? We finished breakfast around ten. Usually I would have at least eaten a tomato by now. "I'm not hungry." I whispered, still reading.

"Not even a tomato?"

"I don't want a tomato..."

"That's weird."

Antonio walked over to me and laid his hand on my forehead. He tilted his head in confusion. "You don't have a fever."

"My body does this. Maybe it's just a small economical problem."

He didn't look convinced. He looked serious, and was thinking really hard. Then he grinned and started laughing his ass off. "Well you couldn't be pregnant!"

Was he really making a joke like that? Even if he doesn't know, that's not a joke someone should make.

I laughed along. "That's crazy!"

"Impossible!"

"Out of the question!"

"Could you imagine? You, pregnant? You would be so unmanageable!"

He continued to laugh. I looked at my book and closed it before getting up. "On second thought, I want a tomato."

I walked into the kitchen as he kept laughing. Upon arriving I grabbed a tomato and leaned against the counter. This isn't normal. Usually I can feel it before my usually big appetite is thrown off.

I can't be. Not again. I don't want this now! I just want things to go as planned. I don't want that pain again.

I took a bite and wiped my face with my free hand, trying to push the thought from my head. Antonio walked in there still laughing a little. He stopped when he saw my expression.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Huh? Oh, si..."

He looked at me and walked closer. "I'm sorry I brought that up. I know I'm pushing for the impossible." Wrapping his arms around me he sighed. "I just want you to be happy. Even if all we can do is get married, then we will. Forget about the impossible and focus on what is possible."

I sighed and set the half eaten fruit down, before laying my head down. A tear escaped my eye before I pushed him away.

"Lovi?"

"It's not impossible, Antonio." I mumbled.

"What?"

"It's not impossible, because Feliciano is pregnant."

"That's great! So that means we can have one too, right? It would be great! And so cute!"

I didn't have the heart to tell him, but I knew I would have to. So I took a deep breath...

Ahem... Cookie anyone?