The Good Life

Chapter 113

"Marrrrlllaaaa!" Bruno whined late at night a few weeks later.

"Whaaatttt?" she came out of one of the bedrooms with a box in her arms. "Wait..take this..." she said dropping the heavy box in his arms.

He looked down at the contents of the box. "Oh. There it is." He said pulling out a shirt he wanted handing her the heavy box back.

"Hey! What the hell!" she exclaimed dropping the box on the floor. "It was too heavy."

"I took something out. It should help." He smiled shaking the t-shirt in his hand.

"No! Because that's going to be dirty tomorrow and I'm still going to have to pack it." She took the shirt from him throwing it back in the box. "We're moving in two days. You have four days worth of clothes right now. Just wear what you have, please." She pleaded looking down at the box.

"Okay, Mar. But only because you said please." He smiled kissing her cheek picking up the box putting it with everything else.

"Thank you." She said turning back toward the room that she was packing. He grabbed her quickly before she could walk much further holding onto her kissing her deeply. She felt all her memories come back for some odd reason. This was just a random kiss that he decided to give her. What the hell? She thought to herself feeling eyes watching them.

"Eww!" they heard Rosie yell from behind them.

"Ewww! Bruno! Gross! You're a boy!" Marla pushed him against the wall winking at him. He smiled back at her the same way he did when they discreetly flirted in front of their children. She raised her eyebrow trying not to laugh.

"Stop! That's gross!" Rosie yelled holding onto a small box. "I don't want to move." She told them.

"Sorry, mama. You gotta. Unless you want to live here by yourself, and cook and clean and get to school on your own." Marla told her.

"I can do that." She said sitting on the floor.

"I'm not going either." Bruno said sitting down next to his daughter.

"Fine. Whatever. You two figure it out. I'm going to go check on Hope and Angelo." She answered turning around. "But, Rosalia your birthday party is at the new house. And I know you don't want to miss that."

"I'm moving! I'm moving! I'm moving!" she screamed throwing the box on her father.

"Ouch." Bruno moaned feeling the small box full of her dress up clothes hit him.

"Tell your dad you're sorry, mija." Marla asked her daughter.

"I'm sorry! Don't die!" Rosie said falling on top of her father.

"It's okay. I'm okay, Rosalia." He smiled standing up putting her box next to her pile of things.

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A few days later Bruno, Marla and the twins piled into the car driving the 5 miles to the new bigger house they had been searching for since before the twins were born. It was almost 7 in the evening as they drove into the sunset. "I feel like everything is starting over again." Marla told Bruno grabbing his hand playing with his wedding ring. "Such horrible things happened there."

"But, Mar. Good things happened too." He said not looking back at her. "I think the good things way out number the bad ones."

"I guess." She shrugged her shoulders. "I just need good stuff to happen now. I'm sick of the bad stuff. I want everything to be perfect." She told him.

"They already are, Marla." He finally turned to her at the stop light moving a piece of hair out of her face making her turn red. "Stop." He told her sweetly feeling a ball hit his head and a small baby laugh.