Sweet Nothings

Holidays are for Explosions

"Emil... I already told you... the doctor rescheduled my appointment. I got the sonogram done and passed the envelope off to the baker. Why are you still mad, we'll find out today" I explain to my cheating husband.

These last two weeks have been hell. Trying to not gag and vomit being around him or her. Suspicious of every time he looks at his phone. I played my part though.

I have everything in place for today, Execution Day. Well, not that type of execution, but my exit plan is set and ready to go. It's good to have a friend who's a realtor. Stacia will have the movers let in an hour then hurry over to my Abuelita's for Thanksgiving dinner. My new home upstate won't be ready for a week, so I'm having it all shipped up there and staying with Stacia in the in-between.

My divorce papers seem to be burning a hole in my bag.

"Grab the goodie bags by the door please, I ask.

I'm ready to go."

I have on my chocolate leather wrap dress and sable textured boots. I feel good and know I look good. I am gliding out of the house.

" You excited too huh," Emil asks. I smirk and reply, "Sure am."

He is a handsome man, with clear brown skin and a groomed beard. His man bun sits low and he is almost matching my fit. Sable leather long-sleeved shirt, distressed jeans, and some Tims.

Ugh, it's sickening how I still love him. I thought it would dry up like the Sahara for all the pain I feel... but nope. Still love the bastard.

We get into the truck and pull off.

"Hey, Mara Babe... you okay? You have been so busy with work, I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

"Like you care..." I mumbled. "Huh? I didn't hear you, baby, replied Emil.

"I..." clearing my throat " have been putting in extra time so that I can enjoy my ... our vacation without having to take work with me," I tell him.

"I can't wait to get out of the city for Christmas" feel some sand in between our toes... he says as he glances at me with what looks like love in his eyes. I look out the window, "yeah sand and sun sound good right about now."

He pulls up to the high rise. Lita's condo is on the Upper West Side. The doorman opens my door and I slip out. "Don't forget the box of goodie bags, Emil." The doorman moved to open the doors to the building. Looking around, this older building needed a facelift. But my Lita will never move. She loves to tell us that she will die here.

I get into the elevator and go to push the button for the penthouse. "Hey, you not trying to wait on ya man now, mami?"

"Sorry, I was in my head, "I explain.

"No worries," he says and grabs his phone as it beeps with a message.

"Let me get this and shut my phone off so I give you my undivided attention."

Ugh... I think to myself, it's probably my mother.

He finishes up and pockets his phone as the elevator doors open.

Damn... I don't want to cry, but it looks perfect.

I wanted a honey bee theme for the party. Yellows and chocolates are all over the entry. There are au devours and bagged honeycomb-shaped cookies. It looks perfect, but it's all a lie. Silent tears roll down my face.

"Awww, she loves it. I knew you would, says my mother, Maribela. She walks over in stilettos and a wrap dress. I freeze as she hugs me. I break away when she tries to kiss my cheek. "Let me look at the rest, Mami," I tell her.