Thread: Arrivederci Amico. A son's final goodbye (Malicious Lullaby&Bigbadvoodoodaddy.)

It stunned her that a man who took as many bullets as he did and still survived, was at her side, helping her. He didnt need to. He shouldnt have to. Please, good sir, you dont need to do that. You are the one who had survived several gun shot wounds. Please She sighed softly though after sinking into the comfort of her chair and when he began to massage her feetOh god, that felt so good. Sophie was on her feet a lot. It felt like she was on her feet more these days than before she was pregnant. And since she was more than six months, just by a week or two, she really should be off her feet less. But then he arrived and it couldnt be avoided. And right now, she wanted to tell him to stop massaging her feet but she couldnt. Not when it felt this good. She finally understood her cousin Lucy when she was pregnant. This was heaven. And in all this time, she only had her father but he wouldnt do stuff like this. She really wished she had someone. A man in her life who could help her. But she was too much of a Corleone to ever ask for that kind of help. Too much of a Corleone to let anyone help. She was her fathers daughter alright, in some aspect and light. As he told his tale, she relaxed back and closed her eyes, her hands rubbing the swell of her baby. As he talked, her baby started kicking. She wasnt sure if it was the story or just the gentleness of his voice. It made her smile even if his story shouldnt have made her smile. She didnt care. She didnt get involved and considering she was harboring her familys mortal enemy in her summer cottagewhile pregnant tooyou would think she would be afraid. But she wasnt. Besides, why would anyone dare harm her? He said it himself. She had the miracle of life growing inside of her. That meant she was untouchable. Whether a Carusone or not was with her. Then again she had no intention of letting him know that she was a Corleone. She wanted him to stay. Carusone or not, she wanted him to stay. Truth of the matter was Sophie was lonely. Sure, in less than three months or so, shed have her little girl with her. But she wanted him to stay. And she didnt want him to figure out that he could leave yet. Besides, the doctor said that even after he wakes up, he needed a month to rest. That meant she had an entire month with him. She didnt want him to go. Im sorry about your father. She felt guilty over that, which made her feel even more guilty that she was technically lying to him. Pregnant women did some crazy stuff after all. But even with all the therapy and the fact she was pregnant, after all that happened to her, maybe she wasnt so right in the mind after all. She had gone from a happy marriage, to a short-lived happy marriage to abuse and rape to pregnancy and being on her own and dealing with all of that to how she was now? In no way shape or form was Sophie going to hurt herself. But she would latch onto company like him. Especially if he had a reason to stay with her. He still wasnt fully healed of his wounds. Besideshe was rubbing her feet. Massaging it and making her feel so much better. She didnt want him to go. No way. Not if he was doing this. With a soft sigh, she looked at him, rubbing the swell of her belly. Her baby was still kicking. She reached down just as he asked about the telephone and took his hand. She placed it over where her baby was kicking and smiled at him. Can you feel her kicking? I think she likes your voice.