EDITED: 21st March 2019.

Diavolo.

I could hear her, feel her presence in the room but I couldn't talk. I couldn't move or open my eyes to tell her I was fine. Or that she shouldn't cry. So I listened to her moving around the room, patiently, trying, with my utmost effort to wake up.

I feel her smooth hands glide into mine and I want to squeeze our intertwined hands so badly. But I can't. It's as if an invisible force is preventing me from doing so.

I hear her heavy breathing and her sniffles as she pours her heart out to me. I want to comfort her, tell her it's okay, that I am right here and never leaving. But again, I can't. Her sobs pull at my heartstrings, tug it until I want nothing more than to make all of her sadness disappear.

A burst of emotions fill my heart as I continue to listen to her and at that moment I realized that I loved this girl. That she was my one and only. That there was nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her. She was my soulmate, my life. I didn't doubt it one bit but I was so undeniably happy that she loved me too.

Thank you, God, for giving me such a precious woman to love.

She squeezed my hand lightly and pecked my cheek. At the moment I felt it, felt the need to protect her from all bad in the world. Felt the need to love her uncontrollably. Felt the possessiveness to keep all filthy men away from her.

So I willed myself to open my eyes. I pushed myself so hard to open my orbs and look at her and I succeeded. My eyelids lifted and I blinked rapidly, staring at the white ceiling.

I gulped down the dryness of my throat and trailed my eyes over the room to see her walking to the door and only then did I repeat the words.

"I love you too, Brooklyn, more than you'll ever know."

She turned and looked at me in shock. Her eyes were red because of her tears. I smiled at her slightly, trying to get up but wincing at the pain in my abdomen.

She immediately hurried to my side and made sure I was comfortable before sitting on the chair beside the bed. I coughed slightly and she gave me a glass of water that was on the side table. I drank it like a thirsty man in a desert and once I was done, she took the empty glass from me and kept it back on the table.

She then looked at me, her eyes once again welling up. I noticed and shook my head, cupping her face.

"Shh. Shh. No more of that okay?" I said to her softly and a sob escaped her lips.

I wiped her tears and muttered soft nothings in her ear as she cried. Once she was stable she sniffed and looked at me.

"Don't leave me ever again." She said, her voice breaking and I smiled sadly.

"Never baby girl," I said and kissed her forehead.

After a few minutes of silence she got up suddenly and I looked at her expectantly.

"Oh shit, I need to call the gang and a doctor. I'll be right back." She said and scurried out of the room, making me chuckle.

Some things will never change.

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"Okay, Mr. Francesco, you are fine. You need to be on bed rest for at least 1 more week. Don't move a lot and your wound shouldn't be pressured in any way. Other than that, if you feel any pain, I have prescribed you a few medicines so you can take those. You are set to leave." The doctor, Grant, said to me and then turned to Brooklyn,

"Mrs. Francesco you need to make sure your husband isn't too stressed and take good care of him. Now that that's out of the way, your signature will be needed on a few papers. They will be at the reception. Alright, here is my number, if any need arises please contact me. Goodbye." He said to her and shook our hands before leaving the room.

Brooklyn turned to me, her eyes narrowed, "You told him we were married?" She asked and I smirked.

"What's the big deal? It's gonna happen someday anyway." I said and she just blushed, shaking her head. She muttered a few incoherent words that I couldn't catch and started moving my wheelchair out of the room.

I could walk perfectly fine but Brooklyn being Brooklyn didn't want me to move too much so she insisted I get a wheelchair. And me being me, couldn't deny her of anything.

We reached the reception and Brooklyn signed all the paperwork. She walked to the car Ryder was waiting for us in, trailing my wheelchair in front of her. When he saw us, he rushed towards us. Brooklyn helped me off the wheelchair and Ryder folded it, going inside to give it back to the nurses.

With a little support from Brooklyn, I sat inside the car sighing deeply when I did so. I was really tired. Brooklyn jogged to her side and sat in as well.

I looked at her and our gazes met. She smiled,

A smile that alone was enough to bring light in the darkness that was once called my life.

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We reached home and outside our estate, Peggy was waiting. Peggy teared up as I came out, my one arm wrapped around Brooklyn's shoulder as she supported me.

"Oh my poor child, are you okay?" She wobbled to me and asked, cupping my face making me chuckle slightly.

"I am fine, Peggy," I said with a smile and she sniffed,

"I was so scared, my child. Don't scare an old lady like that again." She said, smacking my cheek lightly.

"Yes, yes," I said and she patted my face, turning to smile at Brooklyn.

"Rest, dear. I will prepare dinner and some soup for you meanwhile." She said to me and hustled into the house.

Beside me, Brooklyn giggled at her antics and we walked into the house.

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We were sitting in my room, I mean I was laying with my back to the headboard and Brooklyn was sitting in front of me, feeding me soup but I was full already.

"No more," I said and wrinkled my nose when Brooklyn just ignored my statement and continued to hold the spoon full of soup near my mouth. I pursed my lips refusing to open them,

"Open up, Devin." She said and glared at me. I glared right back playfully and she sighed,

"Please, two more spoons only. For me?" She said, using the pout and puppy dog eyes on me.

"Na-ah. Only if I get a kiss later." I said and she giggled,

"Okay deal." She said and I happily ate the rest of my soup.

When it was finished, she placed the empty plate on the bedside table and I puckered my lips.

She giggled melodiously again and leaned in. Just as her lips were about to touch mine, there was a knock on the door.

I sighed annoyed at the interruption and Brooklyn muttered, "Come in."

A boy around 20 stood there holding a tray full of fruits and vegetables. He rolled the tray in and I didn't miss how his eyes lit up when he saw my Brooklyn.

Who hired a male servant in the house?

I narrowed my eyes at him but he was oblivious to it as he ignored me and kept his gaze solely focused on her, "Hello Brooklyn. How are you?" He said turning to her after placing the cart near the bed and I gritted my teeth.

I will fucking murder this guy.

Brooklyn smiled at him and I knew she was only being friendly, "Hello Lucas. I am great, how are you?"

He nodded and flushed red, "I am fine too. Uh--I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee sometime?" He said and scratched his head.

How dare he! That's it.

"BROOKLYN IS MINE, ONLY MINE. MY GIRLFRIEND. HOW DARE YOU, YOU FUCKER!" I roared in anger at him, standing up. The dull pain in my abdomen overcame my fury and as if seeming to notice me only now, he looked at me with a scared expression.

One look at me and he ran out of the room. Pussy.

Brooklyn placed her hand on my chest to calm me and I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling my head into her neck. I placed a light kiss there and felt her shudder.

A few minutes later she pulled away and looked at me playfully, "Your girlfriend huh?" She asked and I nodded.

"Yes. Mine." I said and she rolled her eyes,

"But you haven't even asked me yet."

"Is that what you want? For me to ask you?" I asked with raised eyebrows and she frowned,

"Well yeah---

Before she could continue I covered her lips with mine. She looped her arms around my neck and my fingers buried themselves in her hair. We made out for a while before I pulled away and trailed a finger over her swollen bottom lip,

"Brooklyn Carson, will you do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" I asked cheekily and cupped her cheeks. She giggled, biting her lip,

"Yes, my dear boyfriend."

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