Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 936 : Failed Apology

*Leo*

As I awoke the next morning, waves of multiple emotions came rushing in as I remembered what happened last night. I wished I could remain asleep so I didn’t have to feel all this at once. It was a mixture of guilt, fear, worry, and doubt.

I felt guilty for how I acted last night towards Bianca when I thought she was pregnant. Having a baby was the last thing we needed right now. The absolute last thing. I had no idea what the hell would have happened if she would have said yes to being pregnant.

As for the feeling of fear, I feared the residue of my outburst was going to stick with Bianca. I feared she wasn’t going to forgive me so easily. I wouldn’t be surprised if she appeared to be mad at me when she woke up.

I worried that there could be something wrong with Bianca the way she had been throwing up randomly. I worried that there was a possibility that she could be lying to me.

Somewhere deep inside of me, I held an ounce of doubt that her throwing up was simply from food poisoning. How does someone get food poisoning twice in a matter of a few weeks? Logically, it didn’t make much sense.

However, this was Bianca we were talking about. Would she really lie to me? Especially about something this important? This was crucial to our lives; to the state of our lives. I couldn’t imagine she’d leave me in the dark about something like that.

Her recent questioning, however, also fueled my doubt. Her sudden need to talk about our future. Her questioning if it would be such a bad thing if she were pregnant. Was I to truly believe all those questions weren’t laced with some kind of meaning?

Honestly, I couldn’t be sure at this point. All I could do was put my trust in Bianca and believe what she was telling me was true. At least, that’s what I hoped to be true. My stomach turned over and over at just the thought of Bianca being pregnant.

No. It wasn’t possible, I thought to myself as I shook my head. Bringing a baby into our lives right now would only make our lives so much worse. We would be adding even more danger into our lives.

I quickly slid out of bed and put my clothes on for the day as quiet as I possibly could. Bianca was still asleep and I wasn’t ready for her to wake up just yet. I went downstairs into the kitchen and was surprised when I didn’t see Taylor lingering about anywhere. He was either still asleep or he already stepped out.

I took this as an opportunity to make breakfast for Bianca. I didn’t expect her to be asleep for much longer and I wanted to make up for my intense outburst last night. Bianca loved breakfast. There was no way she would turn down eggs, sausage, and blueberry pancakes.

As I got to work on cooking up a big breakfast, I tried to keep my mind from slipping into a hole that was filled to the brim with thoughts of babies and Michael. I shuddered at both of those things as I whisked the pancake batter at a rather fast pace.

I had almost finished cooking everything by the time I saw Bianca walk in the kitchen silently. She went right over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.

“Good morning,” I greeted her, attempting to be cheerful.

Well, as cheerful as I could muster up within myself.

“Morning,” she replied, sitting down at the kitchen table. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

“I made you breakfast. Sausage, eggs, and blueberry pancakes,” I told her as I carried the plates of food over to the table.

I sat them down in front of her before walking over to the cabinet to pull out a plate for her.

“I wanted to apologize for how I acted last night,” I said, setting the plate down in front of her.

She looked up at me and gave me a small, polite smile. “Thank you, Leo. I appreciate all of this, but I’m really not feeling hungry right now.”

That was a first. Bianca was always hungry for breakfast food. Sometimes, she’d even wake up in the middle of the night just to sneak a muffin that the maid had already made for breakfast that morning.

“Are you still feeling sick?” I asked, concerned.

“Yeah. A little,” she replied softly.

She sipped on her water as she was obviously trying to avoid eye contact with me.

“Alright. Well, maybe I should make you a doctor’s appointment to get you checked out. You know, just to make sure it’s nothing serious,” I suggested.

She shook her head, slowly.

“Or I could take you to the hospital,” I said quickly. “I’m worried, Bianca.”

“I don’t need to go to the hospital and please don’t make me a doctor’s appointment,” she replied, blandly. “It’s not that big of a deal. I just want to rest, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” I questioned, feeling completely unsure about her reluctance.

“I’m sure,” she said, sporting a half smile. “Just go to work, I’ll be fine.”

“I can call Franky and let him know you’re not feeling well. I’m sure I could go in a few hours late today,” I thought out loud.

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m just going to be laying on the couch, watching television,” she assured me, quickly. “Go to work, please.”

I felt a little blindsided by her insistence on me going to work. Bianca was always the one wishing I didn’t have to run off to work so much. This was definitely odd, I thought to myself wearily.

“All right,” I said, reluctantly. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” she reassured me for what seemed like the fourth time in a matter of a few minutes.

I bent down and pressed my lips gently against the top of her head.

“I’m only a text or a call away,” I told her. “If you need me at all, please get a hold of me, alright?”

She nodded her head softly. “I will.”

“Alright, then,” I replied, walking over to the coffee pot.

I filled my travel mug up with coffee and twisted the lid on as I watched Bianca from out of the corner of my eye. Something was off with her and I feared it wasn’t just from her being sick.

“I love you, Bianca,” I told her as I began to walk towards the hallway that would lead me past the living room and towards the front door.

“I love you, too.” She looked up for a split second and gave me the smallest smile.

My stomach felt like it was an empty pit.

I stared at her for a moment as she looked back down at the table. I wasn’t sure what to do or say in that moment, so I walked away without another word.

As I walked past the living room, I saw Taylor sitting on the couch with a white paper cup in his hand.

“Leo!” he called out, jumping to his feet.

Shit. I almost had gotten away with not having to converse with this guy first thing in the morning.

“Taylor,” I said, flatly. “I’m headed out.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, eyeing me up. “I can see that.”

“Great,” I replied. “I’ll be on my way then.”

“How did it go with Bianca last night?” he asked, nosily.

That was just one of, well, many things I despised about this guy. He was always so nosy and up in my business with Bianca. He never seemed to care about Michael or the mafia business. Oh no. He only ever asked questions about Bianca. Never about the actual threat to us all, Micheal.

“It was fine,” I lied.

Taylor cocked his head to the side and scoffed. “Really? Because she didn’t look fine when she came down the stairs this morning.”

“What did she say?” I asked, curious.

“Nothing. She didn’t see me sitting in here,” he replied, shrugging. “But I could tell she looked upset.”

“I may have freaked out when I thought she could be pregnant. She’s been sick often enough now that I asked her about it and things got slightly out of hand,” I admitted. “But thankfully, she’s not. It’s just food poisoning.”

He scoffed again. What the hell was up with this guy today?

“What?” I questioned, feeling irritated by his attitude. “I made her breakfast as an apology. I didn’t mean to be a dick and freak out. It’s just that it would have been terrible if that was what was wrong with her.”

“Wrong with her?” He spat, shaking his head. “You know, it looks like you’re still being a dick. I can see why she’s still upset.”

“I don’t have time for this,” I snapped. “I have actual work to do to protect Bianca from a life-threatening situation. Enjoy your shitty milkshake you call coffee.”

“You’re such an idiot,” he scoffed.

Before I could say anything else, he pushed past me and sprinted up the staircase. I wasn’t sure why he had seemed to have a sharp stick up his ass this morning, but it wasn’t something I would allow myself to dwell on. I had more pressing matters to deal with.

Taylor might be a pain in the ass, but at least I knew he wasn’t a danger to Bianca. Michael, on the other hand, was what I needed to focus my attention on. Once I eliminate Michael from this world, I can then focus on eliminating Taylor from this country.

He may not be a threat to Bianca’s life, but he was an annoyance I would love to get rid of once and for all. It was more than time to send him packing back to Italy. I appreciated what he had done to save and protect Bianca. However, he was starting to make my blood boil.

I looked back down the hallway towards where the entrance of the kitchen was and paused a moment. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, to be honest. Maybe I had hoped Bianca would come walking down the hallway to kiss me goodbye like she used to. Maybe I was waiting for Taylor to walk back down the stairs so I could tell him to fuck off.

Either way, I had been standing there alone. I inhaled deeply before turning around and walking out the door. I got in my car and drove off down the driveway.

Franky was already waiting for me at the warehouse. It was time for me to leave my thoughts of Bianca and our fight last night behind me for now. I needed to focus on continuing to make our plan to take down Michael foolproof. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could live this way.

I needed Michael dead. I needed Taylor out of my house and out of this country. Most of all, I needed Bianca and I to go back to how we used to be.