Mode De Chevalier

  “You act like it will be a problem.” He was entirely swayed with the idea, uncaring of any consequences, uncaring of what people may think or speak of — in his mind, it was right, it was good. It was what he’d always wanted. “Then we shall move in together, mia amata. With our conjoined funds, we could afford quite a large place, no? Perfect for raising a child…” His hands made to rest upon Jacqueline’s hips, leaning to kiss her back just as tenderly. “….or several, forse.”

   "Several?" She questioned, cheeks flushing at the idea. "I see you're intent on ruining my figure." Jacqueline smiled, arms pulling him close. "But yes, we could afford someplace nice, preferably somewhere with heating and closet space." 

“Tu sei l’amore e la luce della mia vita. And I say it because it is true, my love.” His arms made to wrap ‘round his fellow fashion designer closely, holding her tight against him, moving to kiss her back tenderly. "There have been women in my life, yes. But none like you. And I know there never will be. You are…irreplaceable to me, in body and soul. And I never want to be anywhere that is not at your side, il mia vero amore.”

She hummed at his touch, shivering slightly at the feeling of his lips on her skin. "Si vous souhaitez être à mes côtés, vous êtes les bienvenus là pour toujours. I do not wish for you to be anywhere else."

  He was quick to guide her away from the   other man, arm ‘round Jacqueline’s waist   as he pressed a kiss to his lady’s cheek.   “You owe me nothing, il mia amore.   Another word and I would’ve broken his   jaw. But I divagare, my love. What would   you like to drink, hm?”

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"I would hope you would not break his jaw... you would have hurt your hand." Taking his free hand in her own, she brought it to her lips, kissing each knuckle gently. "And I like your hands just the way they are." There's a second meaning behind her words she's sure he'll get, what with the way they purred from her lips. "Get me whatever you wish, mon chèr. I have faith in your tastes... I wear your clothes, don't I?" With that, she motions down to her gown, which is indeed one of his designs.

"Ruin? Mai , mia cara. I believe that would be quite impossible. Spoil, however? I think we will both be guilty of that. Leave the papers and such to me. I will have a little la parola with those in charge of adoption affairs. I will see it through, il mia amore.”

   There was worry still etched into her face, but there was relief too. "You are too good for me." She murmurs before kissing him, the contact tender and soft. "You know... raising a child together would require us to at least live together, mon amour..."

"Ah. Sei dolce, my love. Much sweeter than I. I would…hope, at the least, I would be a good father. All this talk of children… it makes me wish I were one already. Il bisogno — a wish I want to fulfill.  ….Perché no, Jacqueline? Why not adopt her?”

"I... I suppose I could. I am not too sure how that will occur... J'ai peur, mon amour. I worry I will ruin the child. "

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   ”This brutto pezzo di merda  was just leaving, my love. Come. Allow me to buy you something to drink.”

   "Oh yes please. I'm simply parched." She practically threw herself in to his arms, happy to get away from the other man who thought his charms would sway her. "Thank you, moi amour. I owe you. That was... very uncomfortable."

   ”Do that again, and I will cut off both your hands, si testa di cazzo.”

   "Oh, Dieu merci. Marcello, amour, there you are."

"There is nothing wrong with that, il mio amore. You are right — the world we live in, though supposedly glorious, is molto, molto pericoloso. It is a dog eat dog society, and little children with no father and a mother willing to give her away will not get far. I can tell, it breaks your heart, tesoro. The child is an infant. But….I think you would make an excellent mother. Assolutamente splendida.”

   "You are too sweet, mon cher. I've never really felt maternal though... not until I saw that baby girl and realized what was going to happen to her. But you, on the other hand. You would be the best father in the world."

“Non sei serio? A Fontaine orphanage?  What, do they think that will miraculously solve all their issues? Disowning their child? Stronzate assoluta…that poor girl. …..You know….I would not…eh…object, to taking the child in. If her parents are… going to go through with this whole terrible idea.”

   "The father is a deadbeat who disappeared when the baby was born and you know what sort of world we live in.  She'd never be able to support the baby alone...

   And it's une beau bébé  too. Not even a year old and she's just absolutely darling... and I'm gushing over a child that isn't even mine."