The Good Life

Chapter 100

The next morning the house was quiet with Rosie with her grandmother and cousins while the babies slept quietly near the window. She got up early with the babies feeding them and playing hearing Bruno walk slowly in the living room still in some pain. She held out her hand smiling at him. "Come sit down, Bru." She said sweetly to him. He smiled at her rubbing his head still half awake and heavily medicated. He laid his head on her shoulder sighing.

"Where's Rosalia?" he asked her.

"She went to Eric's with your mom. Her head was going to explode. She needed to do something." Marla answered. "And I just needed some quiet."

"And the twins were going to give you quiet?" he sat up smiling at her.

"Well, they can be quieter than you and Rosie." She told him.

"That's true/" he laughed. "You just got lucky that she's a mini-me."

"Lucky?" she inquired.

"Yeah. You love me so much that you had to have another one around." He told her.

"Oh god. Bruno. You never quit, do you?" she said standing up walking to the kitchen tripping on toys on the way to the kitchen. Bruno ran up behind her catching her as she started to fall on the stained concrete floor.

"Eve! Be careful!" he exclaimed as she fell into his arms laughing.

"Oh god. Bruno. We need a bigger house." She told him.

"I know, babe. We do need a bigger house. There's no room for anyone to run around and the floor...."

"When they start walking it's going to hurt if they fall....remember all the times Rosie fell?" she asked him sitting on the floor with him.

He picked up a toy examining it. "And the little scar she has on her face from hitting the dog's nail...." He said moving a piece of hair out of Marla's face pointing to where his daughter's scar is. She laughed a little hearing the babies. "Let me get them." He said pulling her up from the ground with him. He bent down picking up Angelo making faces at him making him laugh while Marla picked up the toys throwing them in a box then walking to the kitchen.

"Migas, Bruno?" he asked her.

"Do I ever say no to that?" he turned holding the baby.

"Well...no..." she laughed at him starting to cook watching him sit with the babies. Oh my god. How did my life end up this way? It's just kind of perfect. She continued thinking about her life and her family jumping and screaming as some oil spit in her direction from the stove. "Shit!" she screamed.

"Mar? Are you okay?" Bruno turned looking at her concerned.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just lost track of how hot the burner was." She told him.

"Marla..." he put the baby down walking into the kitchen to help her stirring something for her. "Your eyes look a li....." he looked at her as she started to fall into his arms. He struggled to pick her up laying her on the couch seeing her open her eyes with a few tears falling from her cheek.

"The food, Bruno.. turn it off..." she moaned still stiff from the small seizure she just had.

"Oh...right..." he walked slowly to the kitchen tutning off the burner. "Mar....when was the last time you took your medicine?" he looked over at the half empty bottles mentally counting them realizing she hadn't taken them in at least a week.

"I forgot." She said lifting her head up from the couch quickly getting up to pick up Hope who was crying. Bruno walked over to her handing her the medicine and a bottle of water.

"Take this." He instructed her.

"Okay mom." She laughed at him seeing her swallow the pills. "I;m sorry."

He leaned in over Hope's head kissing her. "Don't say stuff like that. I just want you to be safe and with me, baby." He told her.

"Don't worry, Bruno. It'll be okay." She held onto the baby hearing Angelo cry to get out of the crib. "Let's hang out with our babies." She smiled watching Angelo look at them holding up his hands.

**

Dear Marla,

You had a seizure this morning. You've been so stressed out that you forgot to take your medicine. Please stop stressing out. Things are going to be okay. I promise you. Today, you, me and the babies hung out in our pajamas all day. We looked at houses online too. We need a bigger house. We keep running into things and tripping on toys. But you get to pick. You picked the most amazing house the first time. But, no matter what house we're in I'll still write you letters and tell you how much I love you every single night. I love you.

Bruno

Bruno,

Thank you for being amazing. Today was wonderful. I'm sorry I forgot to take my medicine. Things have just been so busy that I've hardly had time to catch my breath since you were in the hospital. I know you are still hurting though. You need to slow down, please. I love you.

Mar