Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 70

Sofia’s POV Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I rolled unto my tummy and yawned a little into the sheets before unconsciously scratching and rubbing

my face absent mindedly into the soft material of the bedsheets, my limb feeling heavy as I finally

forced myself to turn around until I was lying on my back once again, right before I blinked my eyes

open and stared straight into the empty spot on Luca’s side of the bed.

I pulled out my left hand from beneath the bedsheets and rubbed my fingers against my eyes for a few

seconds before covering my mouth with my hand and yawning directly into it. Turning around until I

was laying on my back and staring into the ceiling, I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, as I

allowed my mind to start to slowly wander around.

I moved my right hand which was beneath the sheets around a few times until it was patting against the

lower part of my stomach lightly, the fact that I had slept like a baby without waking up for once

throughout the middle of the night, and don’t remember feeling any kind of cramps in the middle of the

night like I usually do– slowly registered into my head and I slowly pushed myself up until I was in a

sitting position, the blankets dropping lower to fold around my waist.

I stretched my hand out and stretched a little, stifling another yawn with the back of my left hand this

time. I had slept quite peacefully, but I had no idea as to why I was yawning over and over again this

morning.

I moved around on the bed until I was sitting on the edge of the bed, right before I slid my legs out of

the warm blankets to place it on the floor before pushing myself to my feet and yawning once again.

The urge to empty my bladder was already making its appearance known and I slowly started to make

my way towards the bathroom, still slightly checking if I was going to feel any kind of pain in my

stomach. I pushed my hair out of my face and was almost getting towards the door which would lead

me into the bathroom, right before I froze in my tracks and sucked in a sharp breath as I heard a door

getting creaked open. I whipped my head around to where the sound had come from and and stared

up into the eyes of Luca.

I had no idea he was still here. I had thought he already left for work the way he usually does.

I parted my lips and closed it only to open it again when nothing came forward. I dragged my eyes

away from Luca’s and unconsciously took a step backwards, not knowing what I was supposed to say

to him first.

Was I supposed to greet him a good morning first?

Or I could go ahead and thank him about last night and about the help he had rendered to me.

How would I even go about it?

Hi Luca, good morning… sir?

Thank you for carrying me in your arms after I had passed out against Ryan’s arm, and taking me into

the sitting room, before calling your doctor and inviting him over and have him check me up and give

me some important drugs.

How was I going to say all those to him without stuttering through two words.

“Did you have a good night's sleep, Sofia?” Luca’s voice tugged on the lower part of my belle as it

washed over me clearly and sank into my ears to settle into the lower part of my stomach.

I glanced up at him to see him still staring at me the same way he had been staring at me before

nodding my head a couple of times. “Um, yes… I did.” I replied quietly and ducked my head once

again, staring down at my feet and the little pale looking toes.

“And did you also feel any more stomach pains throughout the middle of the night?” He asked once

again, his voice loud and sure as it traveled across the small space between us before settling over

me.

“N- no. No more stomach pains.” I replied after a few more seconds, refusing to glance up at him as I

felt my cheeks get stained with embarrassed color the moment I started to remember how Luca had

been there last night when the doctor has asked me if I was on my period.

Ugh.

So he most definitely knows I am on my period this very moment.

Oh my life, thie is so embarrassing.

I moved from foot to foot, a certain mind reminding me in my head that I was only seeing my period

now because my husband still haven’t consummated our wedding, which I was really grated for…

because I knew without have to look it up, that assuming he had decided to go all the way with me on

our wedding night and consummate the wedding, then I might not have been able to see my period this

time.. since I’d have most definitely taken in immediately.

“Um…” I started to mumble beneath my breath and Luca nodded his head at the bathroom door, like he

knew I was on the verge of letting go of my bladder embarrassingly, right there in the bedroom.

I flushed a dark shade of red and made my way towards the bathroom and pushed the door open

immediately, allowing myself in and pushing the door close in the next second… The sight of Luca

exiting the bedroom’s main door in a set of clothes that looked really casual– was the last thing I saw

as I pushed the door close.

I quickly made my way towards the toilet and freed my bladder, pulling out the soaked up tampon and

allowing blood and urine to slide into the water closet, a slow relieved breath escaping my parted lips.

I took care of the ruined tampon and tugged off my nightwear, as well as my underwear and shoving

them all into the usual basket where my dirty clothes were always housed.

I headed straight into the shower and set the water to hot before stepping beneath the spray and

allowing the hot water to slide over my skin. I slid my hands over my breasts a little, cupping the ball

shaped breasts in my hands and massaging it a little as a small sigh slipped out of my lips.

I had slept on them tonight and they were starting to hurt a little, the insides throbbing a little and I

massaged it some more before reaching for the soap and squeezing some onto my hands. I rubbed it

into my body and moved my hands over my shoulders longer than usual, as well as my waist and my

legs. Those parts of my limbs were aching a little and feeling like it was really heavy, and so I had given

them more extra time in the bathroom than usual before finally washing the soap off my body with the

help or the hot water spraying off the shower head.

I stepped out of the bathroom and patted myself dry, cleaning my arms and legs until my limbs weren’t

dripping any water again. I took out another tampon and a piece of underwear which I inserted into

myself and dragged my underwear over. Once I was done, I picked out a bra and wore it as well, right

before I tied the towel around my chest.

I hesitated against the bathroom door, contemplating pulling it open and heading into the walk-in closet,

or waiting for some time more, before venturing out of the bathroom – in case Luca was back in the

bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed.

I waited for over a minute before deciding to just head into the bedroom and face whatever I was going

to meet there. I pulled the door open and glanced from side to side and ensured that the bedroom was

indeed empty, right before I made my way into or out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I

headed straight for the walk-in closet and pushed the door close behind me.

I made my way towards my closet and looked through the clothes hanging in there. There weren't a lot

of things I could do, except to rewear the clothes which I had previously worn ever since I got here. The

clothes were already washed though, but those were the only clothes I’d feel most comfortable in, and

also felt the most casual in, amongst my bunch of hundreds of clothes staring me straight in the eye.

I picked out a piece of red top and a pair of dark jeans pants, deciding to dress in those this morning. I

shoved my feet through the holes of the pants and drew it over my hips before buttoning the jeans up.

The jeans were fitted so tightly and hugged my thighs and hips really snuggly. It was the tightest pair of

pants I have ever worn and I felt a little bit weird as I stared at my reflection in the floor length mirror on

one of the floor length mirrors in the walk in closet. The jeans hugged my butt tight and lifted it up,

making me flush a little in embarrassment as I stared at it pointedly and noticed that I was indeed still

growing.

My butt was bigger than it was a month ago, and that thought didn’t change a thing in how I was feeling

in my head. And so, I lifted up the red top I had picked out and wore it, shoving my hands through the

sleeves and pulling it lower until it handed over the top of my butt.

I ran my comb through my hair and combed the curls out, sitting into one of the chairs in the walk-in

closet and brushing the curls out until it hung and laid over my shoulders, all the way to my touch my

thighs since I was currently sitting down. I added some hair cream into the hair, and some other hair

moisturizers into it until the hair shone brightly in the mirror.

I returned the brush back to the dressing table along with the hair creams and moisturizers which I had

made use of before turning around and making my way out of the walk-in closet, pulling the door close

behind me and puffing out a slow breath.

I made my way deeper into the bedroom and walked around the bed until I was around my side of the

bed, right before I sank into the bed and picked up my phone from the bedside table. I lifted the phone

over my face and it got unlocked automatically, the time showing boldly at the top of the phone right

before I swiped it upwards. It was currently some minutes before it clocks ten a.m in the morning and I

sank more comfortably into the bed, registering the fact that I still wasn’t feeling hungry yet.

But then, I do need to make use of my medication this morning, and I couldn’t do that without getting

something into my stomach.

I guess I was going to be trying to get some kind of food into my stomach thie morning.

I glanced down at my phone again and that was when the fact that today was a Sunday slowly started

to register in my head after a few seconds.

It was a Sunday today.

It was official a week after we got married.

Gosh, it felt like years already.

Wait… so it means Luca was going to be spending the whole day here at home today?

Oh Jesus.

Were we going to have to make conversations? To share a table together?

It feels like I am going to faint due to how nervously my stomach was knotting up.

Luca and I have never had an actual conversation together, except those different moments where we

just had to speak to each other, not because we wanted to speak to each other.

We’ve also never had a meal together, except for the one we had shared on our wedding day where I

had been too nervous to eat and had only kept sipping water and eating a little bit of cake because of

the thousands of pictures which got taken that day.