Chapter 340 - Warned war... - mdfour
Diana
Something is definitely going on. Everyone burst into laughter. I looked at Vero, and she nodded. "Oh, my dear little onion, you have no idea what this little one is going to put you through. I want you to tell me who we buried. God, who knows what bones we’re praying to. Knowing them, we might even be bringing flowers to the remains of a cow."
Clari came out of Shirly's room, and it was clear she found her crying. Carlina, Arinka, and Patricia were the waitresses. I haven't done anything. Honestly, I don't feel well at all. Gladis brought me a drink.
"Here, my mother-in-law told me this will help with the dizziness and nausea."
"Thanks."
"Did you notice?" She sat next to me, and I nodded. "It was obvious they were talking to someone. Mrs. Josefina has always told me their behavior seemed very suspicious."
Veronica sat next to me, and Luisa sat next to her sister-in-law. Lupe was helping Demetrio down from the window. We saw her call Dante, and he nodded. Then he sat nearby.
"I'll only have two kids. I love children, but mine are a handful! Not even Dante is that mischievous." We all laughed. "Sorry to interrupt. I already left your son in charge, Vero. He's the only one the kid listens to, besides his dad."
"That's not necessarily good either. Dante is just as manipulative as his father."
"That's what we're here for, to scold and guide," commented Luisa.
"Continue, Gladis."
The drink wasn't very tasty, but if it helps with the nausea, it's welcome.
"Mrs. Josefina has always told me that..."
"Wives' conclave?"
Roland interrupted us. Arnold sat next to Guadalupe. Near the kitchen, where the grandmothers were handling the food, even Mr. Fausto was cooking. During family events, they all wore the same t-shirts. Since we started this tradition at Christmas, they decided to wear a t-shirt that says, "We are the super-grandparents," at every birthday.
They have them in various colors and designs. Clari was with Shirly and the new girls in the group, but their husbands also interrupted them. Miguel looked at me, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Just like you guys gather, we do too," commented Luisa. Simon whispered something in her ear, and she turned her back on him. Roland put his hand on Vero's thigh, and she discreetly removed it.
"Would you be so kind as to let us gossip?" Gladis said.
"Sweetheart, we're gossips too." I looked at Vero, and she was watching each of them. She stood up.
"I'm going to take care of my kids." She left.
"Are you in a fight with your wife?" Roland asked.
"Couple stuff," he said seriously.
"Like us, Rat. Shirly is alone now; you can go comfort her."
He got up from the couch. I was about to burst out laughing at Simon's face. If anything offends these men, it's insinuating they're unfaithful. As mine has shouted at me a couple of times, "I may be a killer, but never unfaithful." I think we're going to have some fun.
"Simon, be careful. The blond guy is also hitting on her. Besides, she's the kind of woman he likes." Roland was serious, just watching us.
"Are you going to keep up with that crap, Guadalupe?!" The mentioned woman looked at him defiantly.
"The thing is, dear... Husband? My friend Shirly doesn't like milksops." She patted his thigh and stood up. "I'm going to watch over what's truly important. My kids."
"Isn't your husband important?" Miguel asked in my ear as Lupe walked away, looking at hers.
"Not indispensable."
Low blow. For a moment, we were silent. Miguel didn't take his eyes off me. Gladis was sitting on the arm of the big sofa we were on, and Luisa was on the other end.
"Little one..." I raised my finger.
"You don't even talk, dear little onion."
"You're taking things the wrong way," Roland said, angry. He didn't raise his voice, but it was clear he was fuming.
"Really, little brother?"
"You should realize that Simon and none of us would be unfaithful. Besides, Shirly is sacred; we never mess with our own women. You're a good agent; don't lose your sense." The brothers were challenging each other.
"Oh, dear little brother, there's something no man can have, and that's a sixth sense. And thank goodness we don't want to give Shirly false hope. Got it, dear boss?" She stood up.
"Brunette..."
"We'll talk at home, Rat." Roland also stood up. The men were silent.
"She never called me by my nickname before." He looked thoughtful.
"And you have nothing to say?" Gladis looked at her husband.
"No way, woman! I know your venomous tongue." He made a gesture of zipping his lips. "I look better when I'm quiet."
Gustavo commented, then left. Simon did too, going after his wife. My husband was on the couch in front of me.
"Little one, don't you have something to tell me?" I guess he saw the pregnancy test box.
"No, do you?"
"Neither." He looked down. "What are you drinking?"
"An herbal tea."
"What's up with all of you today?"
"Come in, it's very strange that all of us were scolded today, making it seem like you were all jealous of the man who's courting Shirly."
"I don't like Shirly!"
"Do you have something to tell me, Miguel?"
"Nothing, Little One. Besides, I don't like being angry."
"Wrong answer, Beast."
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Luisa
We arrived home, Sergio was exhausted in his chair, his jeans covered in mud from all the running. The girls got out of the truck.
"Get the boy out, I'll take care of bathing the girls."
"Black-haired."
"We'll talk later, Simón."
I took my daughters' hands and we entered the house, heading straight to their room.
"Andrea, don't take too long in the water."
"Should I wash my hair, Mommy?"
"No, princess, I'll wash it tomorrow. It's late, just rinse off the sweat."
Milena was sitting in her vanity chair, watching me. Maybe they look like me, but my little girl observes like her father, analyzing like him.
"Why did you hit my dad this morning?" My eyes widened. "I saw you, Mommy. Are you getting a divorce? Sarita told me her parents separated because they hit each other." What do I say to that?
"I'm not going to divorce your dad, I love him."
"Then why did you hit him?"
Good point. What am I going to say? That I got jealous and Simón didn't hold back and squeezed my arm too hard, and I reacted instinctively.
"Forgive me, daughter."
"You should apologize to Daddy. He's the one you hit."
"That's right, honey." I extended my arms and Milena ran to take refuge in them. "What am I going to do with such a smart girl?"
"Train me."
"What?"
"Teach me to fight like you." I looked at her. At my daughter's age, my father tried...
"Of course."
Andrea got out of the water, Milena went in, and I started putting Andrea's pajamas on. I braided her long hair. They're so different. While Milena doesn't like her hair to grow past her shoulders, Andrea has it down to her waist.
"I love you."
I left them both in bed and entered the bedroom. Simón was on the balcony. I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and saw a large bruise on my arm.
"Shit!" Simón shouted, coming to my side. "Black-haired, it wasn't my intention... I never...," he was nervous, unable to take his eyes off my arm. "I've never hurt a woman... Love, forgive me."
"Simón."
I wanted so much to kiss him. I know he's not interested in my friend. What they have is hiding Aníbal. It makes me angry that they don't trust us. I hugged him.
"I can defend myself." He started to shake his head.
"You have a fucking bruise on your arm because of my savagery in holding you back! I didn't measure... Black-haired, I hurt you."
"Even though I'm very angry with you, it's for something else. It's not because of the bruise on my arm. Look at me, Simón!" I had never seen Simón so overwhelmed. "I love you, even if today I want to beat you up, that doesn't diminish my love for you, Darling." I cupped his face in my hands. "I'm going to shower, then you shower, and we'll get into bed."
He was so serious, not taking his eyes off my ugly bruise. And I, with my sensitive skin, get marks from nothing. If I push him away, he'll distance himself in a different way; "not hurting women is one of his rules."
I kissed him. He didn't want to respond, so I slipped my hand into his pants and started stroking his penis. This never fails me. He half-reacted, and we finished undressing and got under the water.
Simón was penetrating me. There were no caresses, just sex. I needed him not to pull away. With my legs around his waist, I pressed to make his penis reach the deepest part of me. It was just need. When we finished and my body trembled with those delicious aftershocks of orgasm, I looked at him.
"Forgive me, and never think I have someone else. For God's sake, woman! I claimed you in a way I shouldn't have..."
"Are you going to tell me?"
"I have nothing to tell you, Black-haired."
"I'm going to find out, Simón, and you'll have a chance to redeem yourself if you show me trust."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Fine, if you say so. Just be careful. I'll be the biggest promoter for Shirly to get a new partner."
"I'm not going to fight with you about that. In fact, if you want, invite that man and Shirly to dinner."
"I will." I kissed him on the nose. "And if I find out I've been bringing flowers to ashes that aren't Aníbal's, start decorating the guest room."
He stayed serious. I kissed him again, turned my back, soaped up, rinsed off, and got out of the bathroom. Already in pajamas, I got under the covers.
"Luisa, love, give me your arm." Looking at his side of the bed, he had a jar of cream. "It's a mentholated cream for bruises. In three days, it'll be gone."
I let him redeem himself for his savagery. With the utmost delicacy, he applied the cream.
"You should have hit me harder."
"Your remorse is enough for me, and I know from now on you'll remember that my skin is very delicate."
He finished, lay down, and asked me to rest on his chest. He started stroking my hair.
"You know perfectly well that we are men of codes."
"Simón, I'm your wife."
He said nothing. I know he won't talk. His caresses were lulling me, and I don't know when I fell asleep.