Sun of My Life

Chapter Ten

Chiara

I got up nervously off the bed and gave them my best reassuring smile as I followed him outside.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving the house?" He asked.

"I don't have your number. I didn't leave the house to go clubbing. I left to witness my niece's birth." I explained and was confused about why I had to in the beginning.

"You didn't tell me. I got home, and you weren't there." He exclaimed, getting in my face, and I took a step back. "You made plans with me." He shouted, and some people stopped to watch us.

"Please, just keep it down," I whispered.

"You're my wife. You don't leave the house without telling me. Is that crystal fucking clear?"

I closed my eyes for a second but nodded anyways.

"Yeah. I understand. If I died or something happened to me, then the deal would be null, and we can't have that, can we?"

If possible, he got angrier, and his entire body towered over me and I didn't know men could grow in size when pissed off, but he was like a giant.

My throat went parch as he placed his hand over my head on the wall and looked down. His eyes were always dark, a mixture of black and brown, and his hair was always in that bun.

"Don't ever say those words. Ever. I don't want to think about something ever happening to you."

I felt breathless, and my heart threatened to jump out of my chest from those heady emotions that swirled in those midnight eyes. I think I whimpered when I felt him press his body tighter against mine.

"Do you understand?" He rasped, and I wobbly nodded my head.

"I do. I won't do it again."

"Good. Go and congratulate your brother and sister-in-law. Ten minutes and you come downstairs. I'll be in the car waiting for you."

I was in the car in nine minutes. He started the car and sped out of the parking lot.

"What did they have?" He finally asked, breaking the silence between us.

"A girl. A beautiful girl. They named her Aine." I pronounced it AWN-ya. "It's Irish for joy and praise."

"It's not five-star, but there's this restaurant that I go to sometimes. I know the owner. He makes the best tacos."

"I love tacos. I'd love to go."

He took me to this restaurant that seemed like in the middle of nowhere. It was old, the painting chipping away, but the lights were on. He parked the car and even came around to help me. His hand held mine as we walked inside.

It wasn't too crowded, and I looked around to see just how much Mexican heritage was put into it. The flag was painted on the wall in the back, and the neon lights inside twinkled and crisscrossed all over the ceiling.

The tables were a deep red wood with plastic chairs. The smell of marinated beef, pork, chicken, and tortillas filled my nostrils, and my stomach growled.

"Who let this pendejo in?" A tall man with a round belly and spiky black hair shouted as he stepped out with a greasy apron cinched around his waist.

This was the first time I'd seen Adrien smile and laugh as he pulled the man in for a hug. It was like witnessing an eclipse, a shooting star, something you never think you'll ever see but when you do you're in complete shock and awe.

I wanted to bask in that grin that spread across his face, and how pearly white his teeth were. I wanted to memorize the wrinkles on either side of his smile or how it was such a contradiction to the ink on his face. They slapped each other on the back, and then he gestured to me.