The Good Life

Chapter 114

Marla clinched her eyes seeing the sun coming through their big window overlooking the big sparkling pool in their backyard. She turned her body over laying on top of Bruno not wanting to get out of bed that cold Saturday morning in late February. "Get up, momma." He whispered in her ear. "We have a birthday to celebrate today."

"She's not even up yet." She moaned hearing a cry in the distance. "But they are." She sighed sitting up to go get the twins. She grabbed a sweater after putting no her glasses walking into the bedroom to get each of the babies. A few minutes later she walked in the bedroom with a baby on each hip giving Bruno an ugly look. "You get up." She smiled.

"But you said. Rosie's not even up yet." He smiled at her turning over in the bed. She lifted her foot up kicking his back lightly. "Get up, Bruno."

"Fine." He told her sitting up.

"Sometimes you act like you're a six year old." She turned around walking back into the living room.

"Marllaaaaaa...." He whined walking up behind her after getting out of the bed.

"Don't Marlaaaaaa me, mister. We have a really busy day today." she told him handing her a wrapped birthday present that was sitting on a high chair.

"Baby...." He took the presents from her hand setting them on a table. "Don't stress out. I don't want you to get sick. Go sit down." He pointed to the couch. "I got this. 3 is nothin'." He kissed her on the cheek watching her walk to the couch laying her head on a pillow for a few seconds before she heard Rosie running down the hallway jumping on her.

"Mommm! I'm six! I'm six! In ten years I can drive! I can drive soon!" Rosie shouted making her mother jump.

"Oh dear, Rosalia. No. Don't remind me." Marla laughed picking her up carrying her to the kitchen.

"Do you want pancakes, mama?" Bruno asked Rosie.

"Can I dump them in the thing?" she asked him.

"You can do whatever you want today. But look..." he pulled out cookie cutters in the shape of flowers and hearts for them to make the pancakes out of.

"I want those!" she jumped up on the counter holding them.

"I knew you would." Bruno smiled at her helping her finish the pancakes. He glanced over at Marla sitting at the kitchen table holding small spoons to the twins who were banging their hands on the high chairs.

"Hey!" she laughed seeing Angelo put his hands in his mouth licking off the baby food with his hands. "That's not very polite." She told him watching him smile at her. "But I think I will allow it...because you're so cute doing it." She finished wiping off the food from his mouth with the bib. She put down his spoon looking at Hope who had food in her hair. "But, that, miss, is not cute at all." She told her daughter picking the food out of her curly brown hair handing her another spoonful of food making funny faces at her daughter. "See, that's better." She encouraged her daughter to finish the food wiping off the food from her mouth with her bright pink bib. She finished feeding them standing up seeing Bruno and Rosie in the kitchen putting the pancakes on the plates. "See, I knew I could teach you how to cook." Marla told him squeezing his butt.

"It only took 7 years." He laughed at her.

"It's an art." She told him taking his fork tasting the pancake. "I think you mastered it." She said taking the plate over to the twins who by that point were crying and banging on the high chairs. "Calm down. Goodness." She told them cutting up the pancakes handing them pieces. "Is that good? Because I think so." She told them as she continued handing them small pieces. She turned around to see Bruno eating with Rosie at the other end of the table. "Switch me places, Bru." She said handing him the plate.