My Italian Capo

chapter 25

"You're finally done" mom commented as I walked into the kitchen

"Yes I'm done...I'm also hungry" I stated

"We had a feeling you'd say that so we made you and Lorenzo some pancakes; they're in the microwave" Lauren pointed to the microwave

"Life saver" I called out as I hurried to the microwave to retrieve my food

"You should prepare food for Lorenzo too not just yourself" mom said as I warmed my pancakes up

"He'll handle it himself when he comes down"

"Lina no! It's your duty as a wife"

"I didn't vow to prepare his food every morning when we got married" I said as I took a bite out of my pancake "...plus he has hands too so he can do it himself"

"Angelina Gertrude Gallagher that is not how I raised you"

"She's right though" Lauren came to my defence "...I mean we don't have to wake up every morning and slave away in the kitchen just for our husbands"

"Hey don't speak up for her...this is your son we're speaking about" and just as my mother said that Lorenzo walked into the kitchen with a smug grin

"I agree with Mrs. Gallagher" he said "...and you should too"

"I don't agree with you because I know I raised perfectly capable children that can cook without the help of anyone"

"...but a wife is supposed to take care of her husband; cook his food, wash his clothes and give him children...right Mrs. Gallagher?"

"Yes...but to a certain extent because we don't want to spoil you"

"Is that all you see in a women?...a cleaner and container of children?" I asked as I looked at Lorenzo

Lauren and mom looked at him expectantly "w-...no not at all...that would be misogynistic" he spoke carefully

"Mmmmhhhh" I hummed disbelievingly and he noticed that I didn't believe him

"If that was what I truly thought than I wouldn't have married you my Angel" he said in a low tone that made me almost believe him

"Oh would you look at that...so sweet" mom commented with her hand on her chest

"I raised a good boy Amanda" Lauren said as if trying to assure herself

"Indeed!" Mom agreed

Lorenzo looked at me for a little longer and he awkwardly cleared his throat. That's when I noticed his formal attire. How the hell is he always dressed to kill...to kill girls hearts, myself included

"Where are you going all dressed up?...and may I please come with you"

"You want to come with me?"He seemed somewhat shocked

"No you're spending the day with us remember?" Lauren spoke up

"I know but what if my husband wants me with him today?" I ask in a suggesting tone

"I'm going to a funeral Angelina" Lorenzo stated... and quite frankly I'd rather go to a funeral than spend the whole day with mom and mother in-law talking about my amazing marriage life and the kids to come

"Well if that's the case, let me just go and get dressed quickly so we can do this the right way...I'm sure you wouldn't want me to show up wearing comfort clothes" I said as I dragged him upstairs with me

"What are you doing?"Lorenzo asked as we walked into our now clean bedroom "are you really coming with me?" He asked as he sat on the couch while I went into the closet to look for a somewhat formal dress. I decided on a skin tight long dark grey dress, a coat and black heels. I made sure Lorenzo didn't walk in on me this time as I got dressed