In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 9

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 9

Rebecca’s pov

Something was wrong, there was still something missing and I could feel it.
Emeliano had the cold wall built in between our relationship, he wasn’t free with me, neither was he willing to make this air flight back home, a memorable one.
I sat there, Infront of him with my head resting on the little window that showcased the clouds and the heavenly Whatnots. I was busy fiddling with my fingers and my mind wasn’t settled.

I knew he loved me, but he was worse, worse than before, his insecurities had skyrocketed, he spoke less, smiled less. He wasn’t open, and it was all my fault.
Before the plan stuff, I was making progress, we were making progress. He was beginning to get used to me, he began to let me in. He was almost out of his shell, all he needed was a little push and that would be it.
But now, he was back in that shell, buried deep beyond my reach. And I caused it.
Biting my lower lip, I took a peek at him, he was typing away on his laptop, working.
I sighed, sitting up.

“Hey.” I said, calling his attention. He didn’t reply. “Hey.” Still no reply. “Emeliano.”
“What?” He looked up immediately.
“Okay, I’m just going to pretend like you didn’t ignore me the first few times I called you.”

He gave a sly smile. “Okay.” He went back to typing.
“I’m bored.”
“What do you want to do?” He asked, without looking up.
“Talk.”
“Then talk, who’s stopping you?” He asked, still not looking at me.
I rolled my eyes, relaxing back on my seat.
The playful glint in his eyes disappeared as he continued to type as if we didn’t have a small conversation.
“I’ve been thinking about names for our baby.” I voiced out.
“Oh.” He said, still not looking up.
“Oh? Just oh?”
He hesitated before looking up. “Sorry. What have you come up with so far?”
I smiled. “I thought we should call him Daniel.”

We both talked about the baby’s gender sometime in Paris, and turns out we both wanted a boy baby.
Emeliano frowned immediately. “Why?”
“Cause Daniel’s cool, and he was a good guy in the Bible, and the name’s hot, so… Why not?” I said.

Emeliano cocked a brow. “No.”
“What do you mean no?” I asked indignantly.
“No son of mine is going to be called Daniel. ”

“Why? It’s a really good name- okay, what do you suggest we call him.”
“Lorenzo.” He said, almost too immediately.
“No bloody way.” I said with a gasp.
“It’s a cool name, way better than Daniel. ” He said in a mocking way.
“Why would you do that to our son? Okay, imagine this- what if he’s like ten and he goes to school one day, maybe a new School, then his teacher asks him to introduce himself to the whole class and he’s like, ‘My name is Lorenzo Alfredo.’ that’s just stupid. His whole class would laugh at him and call him names like Lorenzo Chicken, Lorenzo fries, Lorenzo Chicken Alfredo. It doesn’t sound cool.”

“So, you’re making fun of my last name now?” Emeliano frowned.
“Oh come on, you barely refer to yourself Alfredo at times.”
He sighed. “Whatever, he’s not going to be answering Alfredo, I’m changing my last name.”

“To what? Emeliano? Then our son would be like, ‘My name is Lorenzo Emeliano?’ his whole class would be asleep before he even finish pronouncing the name.”
He rolled his eyes, shutting his laptop.
D--n, it worked, I’ve finally gotten his attention.

“For your information. I’m changing my last name to Liano.”
“What?”
“The short version of my name, I’ve finalized it now, I’m no longer Emeliano Al- whatever, I’m Emeliano Liano.”
“Sounds lame.” I said, crossing my arms to my chest.

“Hm, I don’t see how it affects you.”
“Yeah, but I see how it affects our baby. Lorenzo Liano sounds- sounds- ahh.”
He smiled. “Awesome is the word you’re looking for right?”
“Your wife would be so unlucky.” I blurted out before even registering the words in my brain.

“Would she now?”
“Yeah, what if you marry someone like uh, Anna. She’d be Anna Liano.”
“Wow that sounds nice.”
“I know right. Okay, what if you marry someone like uh- Yvonne, she’d be Yvonne Liano.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that one either.”
“Me too, Liano goes with almost all the female names in my head.”
“Except Camilla.” He said.
I cocked a brow. “Camilla Liano. Awnnn. It’s perfect.” I said with a pout.
“Not as perfect as Rebecca Liano.”
“Wow, that one is even more perf- what? That’s my name right?”