Married To The Mafia (BWWM)

Clearing The Air

It had been 3 days and Marciano's trip was over. I drove to his school to pick him up because I didn't want to burden Marciello with the task.

I pulled up at his school and saw him getting off the bus.

"Mommy," I heard him yell. I opened up the car door and Marciano hopped in.

"Put on your seatbelt, baby," I told him. He nodded his head and put it on. I started driving down the road.

"Where's daddy?", he asked.

"I need to talk to you, baby," I told him.

"Okay," he said.

"You know that daddy isn't your daddy right?", I asked. His face fell.

"The people from the bad place told me that, but I didn't want to believe it," he said, quietly.

"Well it is true, I'm so sorry," I said.

"Where is my real daddy?", he asked.

"Your real daddy died," I said.

"So he up in heaven with the angels?", Marciano asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly where he is," I said, nodding. Marciano nodded and stayed quiet for the whole ride.

I felt really bad. We pulled up at the house and went in. Marciello was sitting on the couch, talking in Italian on the phone.

"You want some ice cream?", I asked Marciano.

"No," he said quietly as he went up the stairs.

"What's wrong with him?", Marciello asked.

"I told him that you weren't his father, I guess he is just upset," I said.

"I'll go talk to him," Marciello said.

"No, it's okay. I'll do it," I said.

"It's fine, just let me talk to him,'' Marciello said. I nodded my head and took a seat on the couch.

Marciello's P.O.V.

I knocked softly on Marciano's door, but he didn't say anything. I walked in and saw him laying down on his bed, tears running down his face.

"Why are you crying, hijo?", I asked as I closed the door.

"Don't call me your hijo, I'm not your hijo,'' he said as he roughly wiped away his tears.

"You are regardless of if you are my biological son or not," I said as I sat next to him on the bed.

"Your lying. You don't care about me that's why you barely hang out with me," Marciano said as fresh tears made their way down his face.

"That's not true. I love you, son a-

"So you love me even though I'm not your son?", he asked.

"Well as far as I am concerned you are my son. I have been raising you since you were born and yes I love you no matter what," I told him.

"What about when the other babies come will you love them more than me?", he asked sniffling.

"No I will love you all the same," I said to him sincerely.

"Okay, I love you too," he said, sounding happy now. I gave him a hug and we made up.

The whole night I stayed in his room, while he told me about his trip.