Raymoni

Chapter 4

We are putting our luggage in my uncle's truck. "What time y'all flight leave?", my Uncle Trev asks. "Uhhhh 2 hours.", Wes says. "Well then let's get this show on the road.", Uncle Trev says. I hop in the front seat while Wes sits in the back with Milan and some of our bags.

We get to the airport and go through security. We do everything we need to do then get on the plane. The plane ride was pretty boring and short. We get off the plane and go get our luggage. "So I have a surprise for you.", Wes says. "What is?", I ask getting jumping like a little kid. "I think it's me or us rather.", a familiar voice says from behind me. I turn around to see Olivia and Brandon and a little boy who I'm guessing is their son. "Ewww Wes you married her. I'm kidding what's up puppet.", he says. "I'm not even short anymore, but whatevskis. I'm great. Is this your son?", I say. "Yeah. This is Easton. He's 1.", Olivia says. I pick him up. "He's a big boy.", I say.

We walk to Olivia and Brandon's car. "So when did you guys get married?", I ask. "Oh we're not even dating anymore we're just roommates and bestfriends now. Brandon and I came out to each other, but I loved him too much to leave him completely alone. Plus we lived with each other by this point.", Olivia says. "So who's son?", I ask. "He's our son. We came out after I was already pregnant.", she says. "I can't wait until parent-teacher conferences come when he's in school and they see that we both have different spouses.", Brandon says. "I wanna be there to see that.", Wes says.

We get to their car and they drive to a house. "This is your stop. Get the fuck out my car.", Brandon says. "You know I always wanted to kick you in the balls but I don't know why.", I say. "That was so random Raymoni.", Olivia says getting out to help with the bags. She grabs Milan's bag and walks up to the door. Wes takes it from her. "We need to catch up while you're here. Lunch tomorrow?", she says. "Sure uhhh pick me up at 1.", I say. She walks back to Brandon's car and they drive off.

Wes rings the doorbell to a medium sized very nice house. His mom opens the door. "Oh my god! You guys are really here. Come in please.", she says. "This place is nice Mrs. Rivera. Talking bout living large.", I say. She hugs me really tight. "I missed you Raymoni.", she says. "Hey Mama I want you to meet someone. This is Milan", Wes says. I take her out of her carrier and hand her to Mrs. Rivera.

"Aww she's adorable. Hi Milan I'm your Abuela. Estás al día con su herencia hispánica, hijo correcto?(You are keeping up with her hispanic heritage right son?)", Mrs. Rivera says. "Sí, mamá, pero no le estoy enseñando español, tú y papá pueden hacer eso. Navia no le enseñó a Maya, así que no estoy enseñando a Milán.(Yes Mama but I'm not teaching her Spanish you and Dad can do that. Navia didn't teach Maya so I'm not teaching Milan.)", Wes says.

"Deja de hablar en español mientras tu esposa de habla inglesa está aquí, Wesley. Además, ¿por qué no usaste mi avión privado y sabes que tienes acceso a él siempre que lo deseas? No gaste dinero cuando se puede ahorrar dinero.(Stop speaking in Spanish while your English speaking wife is here Wesley. Also why didn't you use my private jet you know you have access to it whenever you want? Don't spend money when money can be saved.)", Mr. Rivera says. "Maldito papá, qué amable de tu parte preocuparte por mi dinero ahora que ya no trabajo para ti. Oh, lo necesitas en inglés muy bien aquí tienes. Damn Dad how nice of you to worry about my money now that I don't work for you anymore.", Wes says. "Be nice to your father Wesley.", Mrs. R says. "Come on Raymoni let's go to our room. You can bring Milan when you feel the need to.", Wes says.

We walk to a very big room. We walk in and Wes closes the door. "¿Por qué siempre hace eso? Él es tan condescendiente y cree que está bien solo porque vale mucho dinero. Oh mi maldito Dios.(Why does he always fucking do that? He is so condescending and he thinks it's ok just because he is worth a whole bunch of money. Oh my fucking God.)", he yells. I grab him by the belt loops. "Wesley August Rivera calm the fuck down. You are stressing out and we are on vacation so I want you to sit down and take a fucking break.", I say then peck his lips. He sits down on the bed.

I walk back out to where Mr. and Mrs. Rivera are. I hug Mr. Rivera. "What was that for?", he asks. "For being so hard on him. I understand what you're doing, but I don't think he does. You have raised one hell of a business owner. Both of you have.", I say. "He thinks I hate him or something, but I'm only always on his case because I love him and want him to do well. I'm just doing what my father did to me.", he says.

"Dad is that true?", Wes asks from behind me. "Yes son.", Mr. Rivera says. They hug each other and Mrs. Rivera starts tearing up. "All's well in love and Spanish.", I say. "Oh yeah that whole situation kinda just exploded out of no where to you didn't it?", Mr. Rivera asks. I shake my head yes. "And then when Wes switched to English I was glad but still confused.", I say. "And when I walked into the room I lashed out in Spanish too. Huh mom maybe we should teach Raymoni Spanish instead of Milan?", Wes says.

"Well my mom taught me a little Italian because her mother was Italian. My dad also continued to teach me because he is Italian.", I say. "You don't know Italian.", Wes says. "Cosa vuoi dire che non conosco l'italiano? Conosco più italiano, quindi il tuo piccolo culo burrito potrebbe mai capirlo.(What do you mean I don't know Italian? I know more Italian then your little burrito ass could ever comprehend.)", I say. "Well looky there she does know Italian.", Wes says looking scared. "I didn't say anything bad I just said I know more Italian then you.", I say.

"And called him a burrito. Yeah I know Italian too actually I am Italian.", Mrs. R says. "Hey.", Wes says then walks behind me and grabs my waist. "Wes stop you know I'm ticklish.", I say. "Che carino, you two are so adorable together.", Mrs. R says. "Awww thanks Mom.", Wes says. "Let me get a picture of you guys. Here's Milan. Babe go get my camera.", she says. Mr. R goes off to get the camera. He comes back pretty fast.

"Ok Wes stand behind Raymoni and put your hand on her waist. Perfect now say familia.", Mr. R says. "Familia.", we both say. "Wes I didn't know you were Italian too.", I say. "There's a lot you don't know about me.", he says then winks. "We're married asshole don't do that.", I say. "Yeah that wasn't real smooth Wes.", Mrs. R says. "Yeah just jump down my throat.", he says. "Oh you big baby", I say then peck his lips. "Well I'm ordering a pizza so I'll call you guys when it gets here.", Mrs. R says. "Ok.", I say.

We get back in the room. "I'm tired.", I say. "Then go to sleep.", Wes says. "Great idea. Good night baby.", I say and peck his lips.