Honoured with love

Chapter 08

Sixteen years of age...

Seven months + two weeks pregnant...

I'm standing under the window that belongs to my love. I look up to the sky and let my eyes feast on its

natural beauty. The pitch-black ocean with speckles of light reflects how I feel. In a sea of darkness,

there is a glimmer of hope. A slim chance that things may just work out and everything will be set right.

I breathe in the cool summers night air, slowly exhaling it from my lungs. The slight pinching sensation

it creates in the back of my throat. Reminds me I am only human and I can't control every hurdle I

come across.

I came here to see my Celeste, to tell her I love her and to show her, I will be here for as long as she

will have me. I start to whistle our favourite song.

~Just the way you are~ By Bruno Mars.

Moments later, she opens her window and looks down at me with a sweet smile on her beautiful face. I

continue to whistle the whole song just for her. Being held captive under her deep blue eyes. My heart

sings for her and my eyes bleed to feast on her.

" Ti amo!" I say loud enough for her ears only.

"I love you too Gio." Her smile grows bigger.

I get on one knee like a man would to propose to his lifetime lover.

"Be mine always and forever." I reach into my back pocket. Pulling out a Lockett pendant on a silver

chain.

She gasps with shock.

Yes, unexpectedly on a whim of uncertainty. I went out and spent two weeks worth of my pay packet on

this very necklace. My beautiful Celeste will one day have a ring when the time is right. I promise to

never buy her a ring unworthy for her to proudly display on her delicate finger. I plan on giving her the

world one day and I can't wait for that day to come.

"Always, forever and so... much more Gio!" She claps her hands with excitement.

I stand and throw the necklace up to her. She leans out the window and catches it with her delicate

fingers. I watch her with eyes full of pride as she clasps it around her neck. She looks at the heart-

shaped locket and opens it, inside exhibits two miniature pictures. One side frames our baby scan

photo and the other side frames a picture of the two of us on our first date at the ice cream parlour.

I'll never forget the day I first laid eyes on her. We had moved into the street four days prior. It was my

first day at college. I walked out the gate with my skateboard and she rode past me on her baby blue

bicycle with a basket in the front. She looked at me and did a double-take before she nearly lost control

of her bike. I tossed my board on the ground and took off after her. I didn't catch up with her on the way

but I did find her at the bike rack chaining her bike up.

"Hi," I said to her with a heavy accent.

She looked at me and scowled.

"Can I help you?" There was a tinge of venom in her voice.

"Si, What's your name Caro mio?" I was blown away by her self confidence.

"Not interested." She threw her bag over her shoulder and walked away.

"Hey, not interested!" I called out to her. "Giovanni Venturi." I chuckled, watching the sway of her hips

She stopped and turned around. She slowly ran her eyes up my body. Then flipped me the bird with a

devilish smile playing on her pink lips. It was at that moment I vowed to make her mine no matter how

hard she played to get. It took me a shockingly two months to get her to tell me her name. And that was

through gritted teeth. Slowly I was able to bust down those walls she put up and niggled my way into

her glorious heart. Never in my brightest days, did I ever think I'd fall so hard for her. Like a cigar-

shaped torpedo flying through the ocean.

I asked her for her number and to my surprise, she handed it over with a smile on her face.

A smile, I tell you!

I rang her every night for two weeks straight before I built up the courage to ask her out.

"What took you so long Gio?" She said over the phone.

"You've been waiting for me to ask?" I said trying to keep the surprise out of my voice.

"Yes!" She sounded annoyed. "I thought you would've asked weeks ago."

"Better late than never." I chucked.

Wanting to kick myself for not noticing the signs earlier. But, in my defence, she was always hot one

minute and cold the next. How was I supposed to know?

"So is that a yes?" I asked eagerly.

"Will you treat me with love and respect Gio?" She had the nerve to ask.

"Always and forever," I promised.

"Will you always be loyal and honest?" She continued to question me.

"Along as you promise to be mine and mine only," I demanded.

"Then yes, Gio." I could hear the amusement in her voice.

"From this moment on. You, Celeste Maddison, belong to me. Giovanni Venturi from this moment

onwards." I couldn't contain the possessiveness I strongly felt towards her.

If I could expel my soul for a second. I would and give ourselves a hi-five.

"Yes." She laughed.

We spoke on the phone for another two hours before her evil-wicked mother demanded her to get off

the phone. The next day I waited for her to leave her house and presented her with a beautiful red

rose, which I picked freshly from my mamas' rose garden seconds earlier.

"For you my lady." I bowed my head, taking her hand in mine and gently pressed a soft kiss to her

heated skin.

She giggled, smelling the rose and kissed me on the cheek. I badly wished she had pressed those

luscious lips against mine, sealing the deal we made last night. My heartfelt giddy. It was an odd Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

feeling, yet it felt right. She felt right being mine.