Honoured with love novel Chapter 8

Sixteen years of age...

Seven months + two weeks pregnant...

I'm standing under the window that belongs to my love. I look up to the sky and let my eyes feast on its natural beauty. The pitch-black ocean with speckles of light reflects how I feel. In a sea of darkness, there is a glimmer of hope. A slim chance that things may just work out and everything will be set right. I breathe in the cool summers night air, slowly exhaling it from my lungs. The slight pinching sensation it creates in the back of my throat. Reminds me I am only human and I can't control every hurdle I come across. 

I came here to see my Celeste, to tell her I love her and to show her, I will be here for as long as she will have me. I start to whistle our favourite song.

~Just the way you are~ By Bruno Mars. 

Moments later, she opens her window and looks down at me with a sweet smile on her beautiful face. I continue to whistle the whole song just for her. Being held captive under her deep blue eyes. My heart sings for her and my eyes bleed to feast on her. 

" Ti amo!" I say loud enough for her ears only. 

"I love you too Gio." Her smile grows bigger. 

I get on one knee like a man would to propose to his lifetime lover. 

"Be mine always and forever." I reach into my back pocket. Pulling out a Lockett pendant on a silver chain. 

She gasps with shock. 

Yes, unexpectedly on a whim of uncertainty. I went out and spent two weeks worth of my pay packet on this very necklace. My beautiful Celeste will one day have a ring when the time is right. I promise to never buy her a ring unworthy for her to proudly display on her delicate finger. I plan on giving her the world one day and I  can't wait for that day to come. 

"Always, forever and so... much more Gio!" She claps her hands with excitement.

I stand and throw the necklace up to her. She leans out the window and catches it with her delicate fingers. I watch her with eyes full of pride as she clasps it around her neck. She looks at the heart-shaped locket and opens it, inside exhibits two miniature pictures. One side frames our baby scan photo and the other side frames a picture of the two of us on our first date at the ice cream parlour. 

I'll never forget the day I first laid eyes on her. We had moved into the street four days prior. It was my first day at college. I walked out the gate with my skateboard and she rode past me on her baby blue bicycle with a basket in the front. She looked at me and did a double-take before she nearly lost control of her bike. I tossed my board on the ground and took off after her. I didn't catch up with her on the way but I did find her at the bike rack chaining her bike up. 

"Hi," I said to her with a heavy accent.

She looked at me and scowled. 

"Can I help you?" There was a tinge of venom in her voice. 

"Si, What's your name Caro mio?" I was blown away by her self confidence. 

"Not interested." She threw her bag over her shoulder and walked away. 

"Hey, not interested!" I called out to her. "Giovanni Venturi." I chuckled, watching the sway of her hips