126- Reminiscing the old times

**GIULLIA SANTORI'S POV**

Ready to take the children to school, I grab my bag, and when I reach the courtyard of the house, Vittorio is holding the backpack, and Bella also has hers. The smile on the girl's face makes me understand that I made the right choice.

"Ready for your first day of school, Bella?" I stroke the girl's hair, smiling.

"Yes, Aunt Giullia. I'm very excited." She jumps for joy.

I gesture towards the car, and they get in, sitting side by side in the passenger seat. The guards, always on alert, get into their respective cars, and I make my way around, sitting in the driver's seat. As I start the car, I'm surprised by the passenger door opening, and Vittorio sits in the seat.

"But... what are you..."

"I'm going to accompany the children to school, any problem?" He looks at me and smiles.

With the children's excitement and Vittorio's beautiful smile, I am infected by the enthusiasm and smile as well. I start the car, and we follow the route towards the school. Since Vittorio started his studies, I made sure to pay for the best school. I saved all the money left by Vittorio and used it only for my son's needs.

Bella will be in the same class as Luca, even though she's two years older, she has a slight delay caused by the time she lived with her adoptive parents, who always acted irresponsibly regarding the girl's education.

Upon arriving at the school, we get out of the car, and the guards do the same. I approach them and instruct them to be as discreet as possible, as agreed with the school's principal.

Luca holds Bella's hand, we smile at each other, and we walk towards the school. Upon entering, Vittorio also insists on going to the classroom. Luca is being a good host and points out where his friend should sit.

"Shall we go?" I look at Vittorio, who is attentive.

"But, can't we stay a little longer?" He looks at me, like a worried boy.

I understand his insecurity, which probably increased after Alessandro's discovery. But strangely, I believe in the promise that the man-made not to harm him, even though I still worry about my future husband officially.

"No, we need to let them study like normal children." I take his arm and pull him outside.

"I have to talk to the guards." Vittorio shows resistance.

"No need, I've already talked to everyone."

He gives up and accompanies me. We return to the car, and as we sit in our respective seats, Vittorio looks at the school one last time. I am touched and happy to see his care for both of them.

I feel that the previous day was difficult, and I still felt insecure in front of him, but I know Vittorio's heart. He has never been a bad person and has always made it clear how much he loves me. I can't throw it all away because of foolish insecurity.

"I have to sort out some wedding details, and we also need to choose a date. But before that, I thought we could go to a special place." I look at Vittorio, and he does the same.

"I'm here, and I'll go wherever you want." He smiles.

Knowing that he agrees, I change the route and drive down different streets. The guards follow us as always, and I don't mind, as long as they don't stick too close all the time.

As I progress, minutes pass, and Vittorio observes the path we're following, and I'm sure he begins to remember where we're going. I recall the night we went out to celebrate his birthday, and I was taken to a place where they were partying; there was a hill, and there we almost made love.

Vittorio looks at me in silence, and I do the same. We approach the place, I park the car, and we both get out. I notice he goes to the guards who also stopped the car and orders them to wait right there, and they comply. Then he comes to me and takes my hand.

"You remembered this place." He looks at the open field.

"How could I forget?" I smile, stroking his hand with my fingers.

I looked ahead and observed the place where everyone was drinking cheerfully. It's a bit different now; the place that was clean and grassy is covered with flowers of various colors, and some trees have grown in the area, but the hill is still there.

We walk through the flowers carefully. The sun is evident and bright, but the weather is not too hot. Vittorio looks at me a few times, and we exchange smiles. We reach the slope up to the hill, through the narrow path, and I climb with his help. A few minutes later, we reach the top, and I observe the open and airy place. Trees full of flowers make the place even more beautiful and shady, where the sun doesn't touch the ground. It's spring, and everything becomes visibly charming.

"I feel younger being here," Vittorio affirms, smiling, and sits on the grass and some fallen flowers.

"Me too, it's so strange to think that we were here so many years ago, and back then everything was so different." I sigh and sit beside him.

"You ran away from your home to go out with me. You were walking on tiptoes." He laughs, remembering what happened.

"Stop it!" I give his shoulder a light punch, feeling embarrassed. "That was your fault. That night you... gave up having sex because I was a virgin."

Vittorio's smile disappears, and he picks up a flower from the ground, starting to pluck the petals, and seems to become pensive after remembering.

"I was afraid of taking away your innocence and making you surrender to me, consequently, getting into this damned life." He presses his lips, and I notice his discomfort.

"I was the one who decided that. I remember that before going to the airport, I met Chiara, asked her to give you the message, and went to the place that belonged to you..." I look at my wrist, and there is the tattoo with Vittorio's name. "I waited for you here, begging you to come back, and when I realized you were following us, I was sure you wanted me."

The words come from my lips, but also from my heart. I reminisce with love and I regret nothing that happened in my past, or rather, everything that was consented.

"I will never stop loving you, never!" he declares, looking at me intensely.

Vittorio's fingers touch my face, and I close my eyes, feeling the wind also hitting my face. As I open my eyes, I see him approaching, and we join our lips in a slow and affectionate kiss. As it intensifies, our tongues slide against each other, and I feel Vittorio slowly pushing my body, making me lie down on the grass.

Like years ago, but matured, we surrender to the feeling. Vittorio's hands glide over my body as our kiss fits perfectly. I help him hastily remove his pants, I do the same, taking off my underwear and lifting my dress. We are eager to go further, taking off just enough.

He fits into my body, our eyes fixed on each other. His cock slides into my entrance and penetrates me slowly. A low moan escapes my lips, and he closes his eyes, squeezing them as he feels the sensation of penetrating me slowly.

"I love you, Giullia. I'm crazy about you!" Vittorio whispers.

"I love you too, infinitely," I whisper in response, caressing his whole face.

Our bodies fit together as he moves his hips to go even deeper inside me. The moans become more intense as he accelerates the movements, rocking his hips and penetrating me deliciously.

We made love in this place that holds so many memories, where I discovered that I wanted to be his from the beginning. This moment served as a renewal of the love we feel, lovingly surrendering to each other and remembering that we were born for each other.