You were having a dinner with your grumpy husband, and in front of you sat yours and his parents.

Both of your parents were busy talking, while Amadeo was busy stroking your thighs under the table.

”Stop doing that.” You rolled your eyes. ”Ti suggerisco di lasciarmi fare le mie cose, altrimenti ti porto subito in camera da letto e ti sculaccio per aver alzato gli occhi al cielo, amore.” He said in his hot Italian accent and your cheeks pinked.