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“Puppies!?” Jerome gasps, darting immediately to my side, ignoring Daniel as much as I am.
“We are not getting a puppy!” Daniel calls to us.
“Loooook,” I coo, pointing at them and trying to get a better look. “What kind are they? Can you see?”
“I think they’re German Shepherds,” Jerome says, his face as happy as mine. “Oh man, and they’re so little ”
“We are not getting a puppy!” Daniel insists again, snapping at us now. The woman behind the counter starts to laugh at him again.
“We’re not!” I say, turning to him with a big smile. “We’re just admiring them Daniel, come on. Enjoy the beauty of life for a moment.”
“You’ve have enough beauty of life today, Fay,” Daniel grumbles, “you got your cheese. Dad was right we shouldn’t have taken you out of the house ”
“I’m going to go look,” I say, skipping for the door.
“No!” Daniel protests.
Jerome moves with me.
“Jerome!” Daniel barks, and his boyfriend turns with a sigh. “Seriously, Jerome,” Daniel says, his voice incredulous, “you’re going to leave me with all of these bags? Get back here.”
“I’ll come over when the bags are in the car,” Jerome whispers to me. “Pick a good one.”
“Do not pick anything, Fay!” Daniel shouts.
“I won’t!” I call over my shoulder as I press the door open and start to dart across the road, looking both ways before I cross so I don’t get hit by a car in my excitement. See? I can be careful.
I really a have no intention of getting a puppy I know that I have a baby coming soon and that a baby and a puppy at once will be a disaster.
Plus, Kent will kill me. So, no puppy today.
At least…unless one is really, really cute…
I hurry right to the farmer, who gives me a big smile as I come up to his stand, greeting me warmly in Italian. I press my hands to my chest and shake my head apologetically, saying the phrase that Kent taught me “Mi dispiace, non parlo Italiano” as sadly as I can. The farmer nods understandingly, still smiling, and when I eagerly point to the puppies he nods, giving me permission to explore.
“Ohhhh,” I say, leaning over their little pen and gasping with delight when they press their little dark snouts against my hand, yipping and jumping excitedly, trying to get to me. “Oh, they are so cute!”
I laugh as I pet as many of them as possible, smiling over at the gorgeous German Shepherd that sits elegantly in the pen with them. She must be their mother.
“Bellisima,” I say, smiling at the farmer and pointing to the mommy dog. He laughs and nods, saying the word back to me and watching with pleasure as I admire his puppies.
One sits alone at the back of the pen, watching curiously and peering at me around its siblings, but a little too shy to come forward. Obviously, my heart instantly breaks.
“Hey, little guy!” I coo, moving to the back of the pen to pet his precious little head. He peers up at me with big dark eyes, turning his head a little at the sound of my voice. “Ohhh, you’re trouble,” I laugh, scratching him a little.
The farmer comes close, lifting the tiny puppy up and placing him in my arms. My heart instantly melts as I cuddle him close, pressing my face to his soft puppy fur.
My mind is absolutely made up the moment he sticks out his little puppy tongue and gently, tentatively licks my cheek.
“Put the dog down, Fay!” Daniel yells from across the street, his voice frustrated and entertained at once as he and Jerome load up the groceries into the trunk of our car. He shakes his head like he knew this was going to happen.
“But look at him!” I laugh, carrying him around to the front of the pen. “How can I leave him here all alone!?”
“He has eight siblings Fay he’s not alone!” Daniel puts his hands on his hips as he turns to me, shaking his head.
“But he loves me!” I call back, laughing as the puppy licks me again, more eagerly this time. “I can’t ”
But I don’t get to say any more because a white van on the road drives between us. Smiling, I close my mouth, waiting for it to pass.
But it doesn’t. My face falls as the van screeches to a stop three feet from me and, lightning fast, the side door rolls open.
My eyes go wide as I gasp because, too fast for me to think, hands are reaching out and grabbing me pulling me hard forward. I shout and then scream before a hand slaps over my mouth as I try to turn. My kidnapper hauls me backwards into the van, the puppy still clutched in my arms.
My arms tighten around the poor animal who lets out a whine of fear or pain but it’s too late I kick, and bite, and scream against the hand pressed to my mouth
But I’m yanked sharply backwards across the floor of the van.
And the door rolls shut in front of me before the van lurches forward, flying down the road.
“God damn it, Fay! Stop fucking biting me!” A voice says behind me.
I instantly go still.
Because I know that voice know it well.
I turn, shocked, to look right into Ivan’s face.
I bite Ivan one last time for good measure and he snaps a curse, whipping his hand from my mouth. Instantly I scurry away from him, rocking a little in the unbalance van that’s flying down the road going even faster than Italians usually drive, which is saying something.
“What the fuck, Ivan!?” I gasp, staring at him in appalled shock.
What even
How
I just stare at him, shaking my head, struggling to comprehend the sight of him here in front of me in Italy in a van into which he just pulled me kidnapping me
“Surprised to see me, Fay?” he asks, rubbing at his hand and glaring at me from his spot sitting on the floor of the empty delivery van.
“You jackass,” I growl, suddenly getting very pissed and scooting forward the puppy still in my arms and delivering a sharp kick to his thigh.
“Ow!” he shouts.
I kick him again, harder.
“Fay! Fucking stop!”
“No!” I shout, leaning forward and starting to smack him. “You kidnapped me! And I’m pregnant like very pregnant! You could have hurt the baby!”
Ivan covers his head as I rain blows on him. “Ow! Fuck, Fay! Stop it!”