The locksmith had just left.
"They're getting their asses whooped," Marciello said, fury radiating off of him.
"It is Matteó 's birthday and Marciano is just a little boy. Whooping won't do anything to them, it's just going to make them cry," I said.
"No they'll learn a lesson," he said.
"No they won't, Marciello. They are just going to be scared of you. Take some time to cool off babe. Your too heated right now," I said.
"Fine, but you better talk to them," he said, seeming to calm down.
"I will, laid down for a bit," I said.
The kids came in the room and I felt Marciello's anger.
"We wanted to say sorry Daddy," Matteó said.
"We're sorry and we'll never do it again," Marciano said.
"You're forgiven,'' Marciello said, sighing.
"I get money? I da good child?", Michelangelo said, coming in.
"Dakota's the good child. She just sleeps all day," Marciello said.
"I would sleep all day. Mommy always waking me up," Michelangelo complained.
"You can have some money, happy birthday," Marciello said, giving Michelangelo 2 one hundred dollar bills.
"Thank you daddy,'' Michelangelo said, hugging him.
"Do you guys want to do the cake and ice cream, I have to leave in a couple of hours,'' I said.
"Where you go, mommy?", Matteó asked.
"I gotta go to school," I said.
"I go with you," he said, hopefully.
"You can't, I'm sorry," I said. He dropped to the ground and started crying.
I looked at Marciello for help.
"Nope your the one who always wants to call the shots, so you deal with it," he said, smirking.
"Your so petty," I said, rolling my eyes at him.
I picked Matteó up and brought him in Marciano's room.
"Stop crying baby, we still have a couple of hours together and mommy will only be gone for a few hours,'' I said.
"I no know what hours are, mommy?", He said, still crying.
I sighed," I'll be gone for a little while. Then I'll be back before you know it. Daddy will still be here with you guys.''
"Daddy act like old grandpa,'' Matteó pouted.
"Daddy's just a little older. I'm sure he'll play some games with you," I said.
"I know, but I miss you mommy. Stay," he said.
"I wish I could, but mommy really needs to go to school," I told him.
He still looked sad, I wanted to cheer him up.
"You want some milk?", I asked.
"Milk from here," he asked touching my chest.
"Yeah," I said, watching as his eyes lit up.
"Mommy milk," he said, excitedly.
I unbuttoned my shirt and he pulled my breast out from my bra.
"Don't bite," I said, warningly.
He nodded his head, taking in gulps of milk.
"Slow down Matteó, I don't want you to choke," I said.
