EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS WAS DESPERATE, born from a vicious argument and Howard is no fool, he knows this doesn’t change the fact she’s angry at him for the things he’s been doing l a t e l y. FOR NEGLECTING HER. He will try over the next few days, take her out for fancy dinners, buy her gifts because that’s his way of apologizing and she probably knows that off by heart now but they both know it won’t last, that at some point they will END UP BACK HERE, FIGHTING. Or he will lash out when he’s drunk, like he has so many times. TONIGHT HE HIT HER WHEN HE WAS MOSTLY SOBER, the alcohol barely in his system and he has no excuse for that, except that it’s his job to put her in line, his job as the husband ( the times they were in suggested this. It was the way it had been since Anthony was born. ) AND HE WILL PERHAPS FEEL THE GUILT LATER TONIGHT WHEN HE WAS IN HIS STUDY, but for now he enjoys the moment, ragged breaths, the sounds she was making filling the room, and he e n j o y s them, enjoys that he can still do this to her after all this time. His forehead rests against hers, brown eyes meeting azure ones and there is this lazy smile on his lips, a hand moving to caress her cheek with the gentlest of t o u c h e s. HIS WIFE, HIS MARIA. Even after all this time, he loved her, and he knew she loved him too, that had not changed, it was in fact a love that could n e v e r die. A LOVE THAT TRANSCENDS EVERYTHING. ❝I believe that is you Maria.❞ he takes her compliment but spins it around, for she is the p e r f e c t one, with how much she puts up from him. HE’S IN HIS SEVENTY’S NOW, the age different is as it always has been staggering, and p e r h a p s he had been self conscious about that recently, for he had always been a vain man and he knew he was g e t t i n g older. Maybe that was why he constantly chased women young enough to be his daughter ( grandaughter ) because it m a d e him feel good when they wanted him back. HIS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES WHERE DESTROYING HIS MARRIAGE. ❝I love you Maria..❞ he murmurs, the words as true as they had been the day they had married. He doesn’t pull out yet, he leaves them connected as husband and wife, e n j o y i n g the tranquility of the moment.
the moment is filled with bliss for once, man and wife feeling only love for one another. such a thing is made obvious when howard voices it aloud after assuring the italian that it is she who is perfect. chuckling warmly, maria will lean her head towards his, nose tip brushing over her husband’s in a gentle gesture. ❛ i love you, too… ❜ and she truly does, but a part of her can hardly stand to be around her husband when he lies and cheats, and then DENIES IT. but for now, she pushes such situations aside, a bruise forming on her cheek from him earlier, though still light for how recent he’s hit her. ❛ i do not want us to fall apart, howard. ❜ italian accent is heavy as words are spoken softly, the brunette relieved he hasn’t slid from her heat yet. this may very well be their last moment of happiness together, and maria wants to take it for all it’s worth.