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I get out of the bathroom, I close the door behind me. I look over and see Diego sitting in the couch in my room.
" hi mama" he smiles. " hey, need something love ?" I smile back. " no I dont, I just want to spend my time with you, I'm bored" he says. I walk to him and sit next to him.
" welll what you doing mama" he says. " um nothing." I say. " what's that in your hand?" He asks. I look over my hand, holding the pregnancy test. " well it's a pregnancy test " I say. " what does it do" he whispers. " it tells you if your pregnant or not " I say, putting the test on the small table between the couches.
" oh, and.. what's the results?" He says. " i don't know yet, we gonna wait for like three minutes " I say. " okay we will wait.." he whispers. I put my arm wrap him, hugging him. " you don't want a sibling?" I whisper. "no I do want one." He says. I kiss his forehead. " and I know your gonna be the best big brother ever " I whisper in his ear.
" so are the results out?" He asks. " you sound excited " I say. " well yes I am" he says. " what if it's negative " I say. " y'all making me a sibling than " he shrugs. " Okay, your favor accepted it " I say.
I take a deep breath and pick up the test. I turn it around. Positive.. " how does this even tell you-" he asks. " two lines is positive, a line is negative " I say. " wait give me please " he says. He takes a look at it.
He jumps in the air, jumping up and down. " ¡Voy a tener un hermano!" He yells. [ translation: I'm having a sibling!]. He runs to the door opening it.
" DAD!" He yells. I didn't really thought he would be happy to have a sibling.. " DAD" he yells again. " yeah what's up everything alright?" I hear Eric's voice but I don't see him.
" yes everything is good, but mama" he says. " what, what happened to her " Eric says with panic in his voice, he runs to the room. " babe!" He yells. " oh are you okay ?" He asks. " yeah I'm alright " I say, I don't want to cry.
" why you crying?" He says as he walks over me, I stand up and walk towards him. I wrap my arms around him hugging him tightly. " whatever is it it's gonna be alright.." Eric whispers.
" I'm pregnant " I look up at him in his eyes. " your lying." He whispers. I shake my head. " oh my god " he says running his fingers in his hair smiling hard. " I fucking love you " he says hugging me again. " I love you more honey " I say. " don't cry" I chuckle. " I can't help" he says sniffing.
" Diego you still here ?" I ask. Than I look over him. " yeah I'm right over here " he says. " come here baby" I say. He walks toward us. Me and Eric pull him in the hug.
Family hug.
Eric kneels down and kisses my stomach. " I'll protect you, just like how I protected your big bro when he was in your spot " he says kissing my stomach again.
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3 years later....
"you sure about that son?" My father asks me. " yes I want to do it badly " I say. " Wanna join or you just want to do it ?" My father asks.
" if you allow i really do want to join" I say. " alright to my office than to your grandpa and than to the training room" my father says. We walk in my dad's office.
He sits behind his desk and I sit in front of his desk. He gets a paper and a pen out and hands it to me.
" do I have to read it or ?" I say. " no you don't have to, if you want read it, but it's not something that will put you in danger....well I mean you already know mafia is dangerous, but yeah it's only about mafia and nothing more " he says.
" you allow me ?" I ask. " since you want to join yes sure, don't be scared, your stronger than every other of my members " he says. I nod and I sign the paper. I hand my father the paper back.
" I will also get your own office " my father says. " no you don't really have to" I say. " you are my oldest son, after my death your taking my spot " he says.
" no no no don't say that, death? Your not gonna die " I say. I can not lose my father.. he is everything I have. He has always been on my side always had my back. Always has been there for me.
" Everyone dies diego, and we can not control that, you know, when I was in my 20s before marriage and family, your mom once told me 'everyone dies In some ways, either they deserve it or not. There is a dying line, and everyone is in that line, and you go back' your mother was telling me when she told me about my parents, and I told her about my mother. And she was telling me ' she could have died in worst way if she was still alive'" he says. I don't even want to talk anymore. I can't lose anyone..
" come on let's go" my dad says. We leave his office and walk in the hallways to the cells. " he tried killed mom?." I whisper. " yes." My dad says. " why?" I ask.
" I don't even know the story behind your mom's parents tries to kill her " he whispers. My father opens the door, we walk in. He is pretty fucked up. Ripped clothes, blood all over his face, bruises all over his body.
" aww a cute little boy" I say. I hear my dad tries not to laugh. " p-please l-let go of m-me" he says. " shut up!" I say punching him. "please I didn't do anything" he cries.
" Who told you to fucking talk asshole" I yell punching him. " you TRIED TO KILL MY MOTHER" I pause.." you tried to take my mother away from ME!" I punch him, feeling tears filling my eyes" she is fucking INNOCENT WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU" I punch him again.
" s-son?" He says. " I am not your SON!" I punch him again." Don't ever CALL ME THAT AGAIN, I'm not even your grandson, I don't deserve to be your fucking grandson " I say. " which way you want son" my father asks. " burning" I say. I need to kill this old dusty man.
He is tied up.. my father pour gasoline all over him. I light up the lighter. "any last words?" I ask bending down and near the lighter near to him. " please let my wife know I love her" he cries. " nahhh in your dreams I'm gonna tell her that, oh and she is coming after you" I smirk chuckling.
" oh and I hope you burn in hell as well" I say putting the lighter on where the gasoline is. His body's on fire, his screams fills the room.. " good job " my father says. " thank you " I say. " I already know you are gonna do great in the mafia " he says. " well you're gonna be the reason I'll do great" I say. He says nothing but smiles.
