The Good Life

Chapter 104

Marla pushed Bruno awake in the middle of the night making him jump. "Bruno....Angelo is crying...go get him." She said in a half awake voice. He trudged out of the bed without even saying anything. I'm so tireeddd. Bruno thought to himself picking up the baby who was throwing his arms around crying his eyes out.

"Come on, baby. Shhhh." He said still half awake walking him through the house stepping over toys. Oh god. We have to move. He said to himself bending down holding the baby tightly as he picked up a bright toy that Hope had chewed on. He walked to the outside of the house looking out past the pool to the bright lights that lit up the Los Angeles skyline. He sat down in the chair hearing his son start to breath heavily finally falling asleep. Damn. Where is a piece of paper when you need it? He thought to himself seeing a pad of paper by the grill soaked in grease from Ryan cooking on it the night before. I can't get that without waking him up. "Well, I guess it's just you and me, buddy." He said laying his head back on the chair closing his eyes

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"Bruno....." Marla leaned down whispering in his ear a few hours later. He squinted his eyes seeing the sun peeking through the clouds.

"What time is it?" he asked her.

"It's 7..." she said taking Angelo from his hands. Carrying him, wide awake now, into the house, she held the door for Bruno scratching his head not sure how he fell asleep outside.

They gave Angelo a bottle putting him on the floor to play with his toys hearing Hope. Marla walked into the bedroom picking her up feeding her quickly putting her down with Angelo. They sat down on the couch waiting for Rosie to get up.

"Bruno...do you think Rosie needs to be on all that medicine? She gets so tired so easy." Marla asked him.

"I don't know, Marley. Do you think that's the best for her? She hasn't had a seizure since they switched her." Bruno questioned.

"Don't jinx it." She pushed him a little.

"Okay, okay. But I'm serious. Why mess with it when things are going well?" he asked her.

"But it's not. She's tired and even her teacher said that she struggles during the last part of the day. And she comes home and could just fall asleep on the couch." Marla told him.

"I guess I just haven't seen her right after school." Bruno told her.

"And when you did you wouldn't have remembered it." She told him watching the twins playing with each other.

"Let's just wait for the doctor. He'll know." He said grabbing the ipad sitting on the table. "Let's look at houses."

"Bruno...can't we just stay here? I love this house. Everything has happened here." She sighed.

"Baby....look at everything. It's all put away and perfect and we're still tripping on ourselves. We have to do it. And think of all the fun stuff we can buy once we find a house."

"But Brunnooo...." She whined getting up hearing Rosie bouncing through the house.

"Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, moommmmm!" Lucy exclaimed coming through the hallway with her hair messy and her clothes half on and half off. "Did dad tell you what happened yesterday?" she didn't even pause for Marla to answer. "Some lady said I was going to be on TV! And famous!"

"What?" Marla asked leading Rosie to the kitchen.

"Lourdes Galvan...you know her...she's the one that manages all the little kids. She came up to us yesterday." Bruno said.

"But you know how they are. They just want to make money. The more parents they can find the richer they get." Bruno told her shrugging his shoulders.

"Tell me about it, mama." Marla said supportively.

"I can't read it though. Dad has it. I'd get to be Cinderella!" she said running to the front of the house picking up the script. Marla flipped through it trying to decide what she thought.

"Bruno....this is real. I don't think it's a scam. One of the parents at school was talking about this. One of the fame whore ones."

"Do you really....." Bruno cut himself off not wanting to talk about it all with Rosie in front of them.

"Stay right there, Rosalia. We'll be right back." Marla said to her daughter walking to the bedroom. "Yell if the babies need us, okay?" Rosie nodded her head finishing her breakfast.

Marla held onto his hand dragging him into the bedroom. "Do you want her to get involved in that? What if she doesn't do well?" Bruno asked Marla.

"If she doesn't do well then it's something we don't have to deal with anymore. If she gets it then we'll work through it. What if your uncle didn't let you get on stage when you were 3? Bruno. We have to let her find herself. If that's what she wants to try let her. I'll be there for her."

"I just don't want..." Bruno started.

"You just don't want her to be a little Disney girl. That's every single little girls dream. Bruno....did I ever tell you that I danced around the house singing to every single song that the Mickey Mouse Club sang? I wanted to be on that show sooo bad. But I was too young. And a horrible dancer. And an even worse singer. And I couldn't read a script to save my life. But my mom drug me down to the audition and I didn't get past the second question." Marla told him.

"What was that?" he asked.

"How old are you?" she told him. "You had to be 12. I was 10."

He burst out laughing at her story. "Oh Marla. You make me laugh." He told her.

"Well thanks. Now will you let her try?" Marla pleaded. "Just once. Let her live in her 5 year old fantasy world." Marla said holding his hand.

"Okay. You win." He answered kissing her forehead getting up from the bed hearing the twins cry.