Amora

Part 1

"No, Amora. No means no, what don't you get," My mother says glaring at me through the corner of her eyes.

"I don't get why you're not saying yes. Mami, please. Can I stay with you and papito? I promise I'll do better. Please," I whine grabbing her hand and tugging on it.

"Stop that," She tutted smacking my hand away, "And no. You said that last time and I gave you a chance. You're going to live with your father and that's that."

I pout before turning and stomp away. I can practically hear my mother's eye roll at my dramatics. A soft grab of my wrist and I'm facing her once again.

"Mija, I get that this is not what you want. It's not what I want either, but it seems to be the only solution because I refuse to send you to military school. I love you, do you understand?"

"Si, mami. Lo siento," I apologize.

"It's okay, baby. Now vamonos, I hear this place has authentic Mexican food."

"Mami, it's just food. You get so excited," Alejandro laughs running over from the car where he had been struggling to find a place to hide his laptop. 

"Food is life papito," Mami and I tell him in sync. 

Alejandro rolls his eyes,"Y'all are so fat."

I shrug and open the door to the restaurant and I hold it my mother and brother. They both thank me and I nod and enter the restaurant letting the door close. 

"I see his ugly ass right there," Mami says, looking in the direction of my father, causing Alejandro and I to laugh.  

We walk over to the table and greet every one ; My father, my brothers, and my dad's girlfriend.

"Hi," I squeal hugging Jordan and Graham at the same time. 

 "Wassup sis," Jeremiah greets. We do our secret little hand shake that's long and complicated before I hug Thomas.

I give my dad a kiss on the cheek and just nod at his girlfriend because she's giving off very much nasty attitude vibes.

I sit in between my two favorite brothers, Jeremiah and Alejandro. "We already ordered, I hope y'all okay with what we got," my dad tells us. 

"That's fine. Nothing with walnuts right," mom asks from her seat across from my dad. She had a really bad allergy to them that she had passed down to Alejandro and I as well.

"Of course not, little flower," he answers. I can't help but smile. Even though it's been years since their break up, my dad still calls my mom by the the nickname he gave her when they were in college and I find it so cute.

We make small talk until five waiters come to our table with our food and drinks. "I apologize for the wait on the drinks, the previous waiter had just taken your order when the boss started yelling at him. He quit with out giving anyone his order pad."

"Well," I say raising my eyebrows before sipping on the strong sprite, my father blessed me with by ordering.

"My point exactly," the waiter laughs before giving me my plate and walking off.

"Oooh, Frettuccine," Alejandro awed digging his fork in and taking a bite.

"Papito, don't be a pig," Mami scolded slapping him on the back and causing him to choke on his pasta. He took a long sip of fanta.

"Lo siento, Mami," he apologizes with a grin that doesn't at all look sorry. 

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed rolling her eyes.

So, our non christian asses hold hands and say grace, then dig in to our dinner. 

"Papito, let me taste yours," I ask nicely. Alejandro nods and we switch plates. Weird habit. We can have the same exact thing and still switch plates. 

I take a fork full of the frettuccine while Alejandro finishes my delicious tamales. Mami had pozole and the boys have variations of Italian and Mexican foods, while my dad and his girlfriend had something else altogether.

"So, why are you moving in with us again," Graham asks out of nowhere.

"So, why are you 23 still living with you're father again," I retaliate.

"Never mind, I see why," he says making him and Jordan laugh. I shake my head. Why did I hug those two first again?

"Y'all real nosy, but anyway. I have a couple of things we need to talk about before dinner is over," my dad says seriously . 

"Shoot," I tell him sipping on my sprite.

"Well first of all I still have mafia ties, so there will be dons and bosses coming to the house and I'm gonna need you to be careful with that mouth of yours. Two, I sometime host balls at the house for said mafia bosses and dons and I'm actually having one next week that I want you to attend. Three, I will always tell you when someone is coming over or when I'm hosting a ball."

I nod my head taking in the information before responding in the order everything was addressed, "One, my mouth isn't an issue as long as they don't come at me sideways. Two, I would love to go to the ball but please never say,"I sometimes host balls," ever again. Three, I would really appreciate that."

Too busy laughing at my second statement, I don't think anyone heard the third one but it wasn't that important to begin with.

"Is everything okay with you, little flower," he asks.

"Si," my mother answers. 

"Good, it's getting late. We should all head home, no?" dad asks.

We all agree and gradually make our way out of the restaurant and he pays for our meals. The boys move all of my thing from the back of my moms car and put in our dad's trunk while I say my goodbyes.

" Okay, mija. I need you to behave. Okay? I love you, okay?" 

" I love you, too, Mami. Stop crying," I laugh pulling her into a hug.

"Okay, okay," she waves me off giving me a kiss on the forehead before getting into car.

"I'm gonna miss your crackhead self," Alejandro says hugging me. 

"I'm gonna miss you too crackbaby," I confess squishing him into me.

"You have powder under your nose once," he starts. We both burst into laughter.

"Alright papito, take care of her for me. I love you and don't forget to call me when you get home," I tell him pulling away from our hug.

"I will. I love you," he says. I watch him get in the car. Just as my mom start pulling out Alejandro rolls down the window.

"I'm stealing the jewelry you left," he scream sticking his tongue out before rolling the window back up.

I shake my head and walk to my father's black Cadillac.

"Ready," he asks after I settle in and but my seat belt on.

"Yeah, yeah, I think so," I tell him not really to sure.

Hey guys! Did you like it?

Not gonna go heavy on the Spanish because even though I took the class for like four years now, I'm still not very good and I do not want to butcher the beautiful language. Also to all the Hispanic reader or heavy Mexican food eaters, please tell me pozole is an actual dish. Google be doing people dirty sometimes, so let me know in case I need to fix it. 

Thanx for reading. I love you!🥰