One Hundred Five

Isabella

Dante is awake a few hours after his surgery. Since the bullets only got into his bicep and side of the lower back, they were easily removed and the wounds dressed. He lost his consciousness after losing a lot of blood but everything has been taken care of and he won't be admitted for long. He will be dismissed only after two days and be free to go.

I am a tearful mess when Dante opens his eyes. He flinches a little and then smiles at me. Gabrielle is standing behind me looking down at us.

"How dare you smile after scaring me like that?" those are the first words I say.

"You look so pretty when you cry, bella," he says softly.

"You have the audacity to tease me like that after almost dying. What were you thinking?" I pout.

"You are scolding me already even before you become my wife. See, you were made for me," he says with a diabolical smirk on his lips.

I can't be mad at him for long. I love him too much.