Ordinary Life

Deep Conversations

Bruno and I sat at the dinner table, dressed formally as if we were at some professional gathering. "This is so fancy." I said. "It really is. I really do like the gold decor. It's like this place is magical. You know?" Bruno asked. "Yeah. It's like we're in this wonderland. Where we bathe in silk and wear Versace with a strawberry champagne on ice." Bruno laughed. "That's what I like about you. That vivid imagination of yours." Bruno giggled and so did I.

"You know, I've been thinking about this since we left the states, but I was surprised that your mother is begging you to have children, when we've only been together for 6 months." Bruno said.

"Her mindset is pretty shitty." I said. "But I think that's something we need to talk about. If we want to be together for a long time, we need to talk about our expectations from each other." Bruno said. "You're right." I said.

"Do you want kids?" Bruno asked me. At 29, I'm not thinking of children, but in the future? "I think having children is such...a scary thing. I'm scared of getting pregnant. I'm scared that I have to carry a human being for nine months. But I'm mostly scared, that I may not be a good mother, because my mom couldn't fit that category." I said. "I understand, but I think you'll be a great mother. You will never know until you have one of your own." Bruno retorted.

"Would you have my kids, if it came down to it?" I loved Bruno. I was deeply in love with him. Him asking me these questions, made me think he wanted children at this moment. "Bruno, I don't want to talk about having children right now. I'd rather just talk about us. I don't want to think about the past or the future, I want to think about the present. Can we do that please?" I begged. "Fine." He sat back in his seat and sipped on his glass of liquor.

"So, Faith Charles were giving me some input on the case..." Bruno shook his head. "I thought we were done talking about that stupid case!" He said. "Its not stupid. Two dead people for who knows why, is not stupid, it's serious." I said. "I'm so tired of hearing about it Genevieve. Yeah, it's sad that the Jones' died. It really is, but I don't take death easily. I don't like to talk about it. Okay?" Bruno seemed very agitated. "You need to calm down Bruno. Stop being so dramatic!" I raised my voice in a whisper. "Stop being dramatic?" Bruno stood up and raised his voice. People in the restaurant began to stare. "Sit down and stop making a scene." I said.

Bruno threw his napkin on the table and said, "I'm out of here!" He walked out of the restaurant, and left me there by myself. Thank goodness we hadn't order food, so I didn't have to foot a large bill.
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Riding the elevator up to my room, I sat in the corner of this metallic box, holding back tears. Wiping every speck that fell from my eye, hoping no one would notice.

I walked to my room, and slid the key in the lock and opened the door. Bruno was barely coming out of the shower and was getting dressed for bed. "Bruno." I said, but he ignored me.

"Bruno! Baby, please!" "What Genevieve? What?" He shouted. I pouted like a little kid and said, "I don't care how famous you are, how much money you have, I don't care how lavish you live, but before we continue anything, you will not raise your voice at me!" I sounded like a mother.

"Why did you act like that?" I asked. "As if you care." Bruno childishly mumbled. "Dammit Bruno, if I didn't care, we wouldn't be here right now. Stop acting like a child!" I shouted.

"I'm a child now? I'm a child because I have a hard time speaking on death? Eve, my mother is dead!" He threw his hands up. "My mom's gone, man." Bruno began to cry. "Everytime, someone mentions death, I think of her! I'd do anything to get her back!" His tears streamed down his face.

"Bruno...I'm sorry..." I tried to comfort him, but he pushed me away. "Get away from me. Just stay away from me, Genevieve. I thought you would understand just a little better."

Bruno stormed out of the room, and I felt so bad. He never spoke on the death of his mother. If he did, I wouldn't have reacted the way I did.

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I couldn't sleep during the night, because Bruno had not returned back to the room last night. I was nervous because I know the killers were in my room when I was sleeping earlier. They followed me here and I'm scared that Bruno's life is in danger.

It was 3 am and I finally had enough. I put on my sweats and a shirt. I slipped on my sandals and walked out of my room.

Riding the elevator down, I tapped my foot like an agitated parent. I walked out of the elevator, and the first thing I see is Bruno in the bar. I sucked my teeth at the fact that he's drinking at this time of night.

I walked into the bar and Bruno was loud and talking with Frenchmen that he didn't even know.

"Bruno!" I called. "Bruno!" I tapped on his shoulder. "Ahhh there's my Eve!" Bruno slurred. "Boys, this...is my baby mama." He swung his arm on my shoulder. "Ain't she sexy?" The men at the table waved at me and uncomfortably, I waved back. "Bruno, you need to come back to the room." I said holding onto his arm.

"Girl, I'm grown." He slurred again. "I can stay out as long as I want." "Bruno! I'm serious. Just come back to the room. Please."

Bruno looked back at the guys and said, "See boys, take notes. She can't get enough of me. I'll see you later."

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked Bruno. "What...the fuck....is your problem?" He slurred. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his immaturity.

When we made it back to the room, I walked Bruno to the bed, where he quickly passed out from the liquor. Although I was angry, I was happy he was back in the room with me.