The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 59. Zia Again Meet
Aunt's green house awaits me in Palermo. Last winter I wasn't satisfied exploring because there was so much to do, it seems that this time I can even work with him in his garden.
"Zia, me and Fabri are going to Palermo next Friday." I called him straight away as soon as I got the schedule confirmed.
"Really, it's harvest season. It's just so you came. Many at Zia's house."
"Yes, Fabri also said Zia is in a busy season. Glad to be able to help Zia at home."
"You want to work in the garden?"
"Of course, I'm a city boy who likes Auntie's estate. Picking the harvest was categorised as a holiday for the town boy." He laughed when he heard me want to help in his garden.
"Alright up to you, come whenever you want. A little tanning in summer is good too."
I can repay Zia's kindness by spending more time with her at home. Visiting her like her with her attention visited me when I was sick. He already thinks I'm his daughter I guess. Sometimes he called me intentionally asking me how I was. Where else could I meet in-laws like that.
"Eliza darling..." She spread her arms to greet me warmly, kissing my cheeks. In her gardening clothes. I'm glad he greeted me casually, a sign he thought I was an ordinary person in his family circle. Nothing excessive, everything is treated like I'm his son who came.
"Auntie, the fruit is a lot, look at the amount of your harvest. You're excited, it seems..." She laughed, I've changed into clothes suitable for working in her garden as well.
"We've got a lot of harvest this late summer. We're a seasonal supplier of local stores around here, so Bibi's a little busy, but Bibi's hired some local timer parts, so take it easy, we still have plenty of time to chat. He is friendly as always. Makes me feel accepted.
"I'll help you Auntie. You'll have free extra labor. There's a transport truck waiting outside, what are they waiting for?"
"This week there will be watermelons, melons, pumpkins, peach."He plucked a peach that was quite low in its tree but its fruit hung like red lights in the air. Some people work with ladders to reach higher areas.
"You've eaten Eliza?"
"Already Aunt. Fabri is too. He's coming in a minute, it seems he's on the phone, so I'm here first." I worked with Aunty, chatting a lot with her.
"Wow, Mama seems to be harvesting your peach very much this time." Fabri came and then approached us.
"Indeed, it's good that you go home, you can be a free part-timer." Aunty throws her son with one of the peach she catches easily. "Solve this tree." Aunt treated him like her employee. I grimaced widely at the sight of the mother and child.
"Yes Mam!" He saluted obediently and Aunt couldn't help but laugh at his behavior. It seems like it was his own entertainment.
Strange but I feel at home. Help Aunt harvest like we're family. There are no unnecessary pleasantries. His acceptance made me feel like I was truly considered family.
It's only been a few months, not even a year.
"Eliza, your case is over, isn't it? I heard from Vittorio it's finally quiet." She asked about the thing that made everyone worried while we were both in the kitchen. Everyone's favorite place in this house.
"I think it's Auntie. There's nothing to worry about anymore. I can finally work quietly again."
"Goodoo. Problems that trigger disputes are sometimes inevitable, but Gianni is indeed using many ways to win. Until they dare to kidnap your sister abroad, they are too brave to play dirty."
"Yes Aunty, it doesn't feel calm. But it seems that it is over now. There's nothing more to worry about."
"Well, what about you two." I guess what he wanted to ask.
"How, you mean what's how's Auntie?"
"You guys aren't planning on getting married yet? He never said anything?"
"We haven't known Aunt for a year, I let it flow. After all a friend told me that being calm was worth more than a letter and a ring, I thought he had a point too, I've been through this, now I appreciate what's there now more, this quiet relationship, Auntie already considers me family. Can come help Auntie. If he wants maybe at the right time he'll ask me aunty."
Aunty looked at me, considering my words.
"I'm just waiting for Auntie, Fabri is too good now for me. I'm fine, Auntie don't have to push him. He knows when he wants us to be together, I just trust him."
"Let's talk to her later."
"Auntie don't push him. I'm afraid she's feeling depressed, I think it's as comfortable as she's just Auntie."
"Auntie didn't force her, just opened the conversation, reminded. Not to force or ask for it. Yes Auntie knows you mean, you're grown up no one will be able to force you. It's better to walk as comfortable as you guys. I just want to see him have someone he calls his wife..."
The expectations of all the old men were the same as it seemed. Not just my aunt, I said that too.
"You and Mama are so familiar, I don't think you're the one whose son I'm." I glanced at him who had just entered our room to rest. The same room we occupied last winter.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, of course not." I smiled looking at her, her skin looking flushed in the summer sun. He's just wearing a short-sleeved shirt now.
"Hmm, then there's no problem. It's nice to be back here again."
"What are you talking about?"
"A lot of things, women always have trivial things to talk about..." I won't tell you what we're talking about, of course. That's women's talk, men won't understand women's pleasure.
"But there's a problem. But why are there pillows between us..." I saw the pillow, just to where my arm actually is. I grimaced at him.
"That means you're not allowed to pass through the area." Replace him who grimaces. His eyes looked at me with great calculation.
"All right, I'm gonna go to bed." He turned back at me, he turned around to pick me up now. It'll be between me touching her first or her not sleeping. Why doesn't she act sweet seduce me a little.
I let it go, but if left unchecked I think the two of us will end up not being able to sleep either. I hugged her from behind, embracing her sturdy shoulders. Tickled his ears so he was keen.
"Oven, can't you heat yourself, it's just a pillow you're afraid of..." He laughed, turning around hugging me in a frenzy now.
"Ohh my dear Vanilla is ready to heat up apparently. I thought you'd hug your pillow all night." I hit his chest landing my pinch there making him beg for mercy.
"Love is cruel, you're still trying to harm me. Don't expect me to let you go so easily, I'll make it charred later, just try it one more time."
"Hmm. You wouldn't be able to sleep if you didn't make Vanilla scorch instead." Feeling something there touching me down there makes me feel wanted always feels amazing.
"indeed not. I like charred vanilla...." I laughed at this parable of the oven and Vanilla. I don't know why he doesn't mind being called an oven. If you think about it, that's a ridiculous call.
"The oven's ugly. You always know how to scorch Vanilla." Cumb*heat makes you forget you're on fire.
"Of course, because Vanilla also likes to turn the knob too high." I put my hand around his chest area. That's his temperature knob he likes my finger there.
"Stop talking, just do your job."
"Understanding, you want to get into the oven right now."
"Hmmm.yes." I'm biting my own lips now, feeling him plugging me into his wrenching heat.
"Oven I love you, ..." I hugged her tightly feeling her heat rising.
"My Vanilla, don't be so noisy if you're scorched, my mom will hear it."
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