"Keep it down Mr, the last thing I want is junior hearing us" I whispered getting really angry and I know he saw the flames in my eyes. "Don't tell me what to do woman!" Al bass boomed as he continued "I don't even know why we're fighting, I just want one more, just one more. Junior is 6 this year for Christ sake." I'm in tears now "Al you know why, its already dangerous with Junior running around, its just not safe. ." As soon as the sob left my mouth his lips captured mine in a blistering kiss and I saw stars. "Don't cry baby. . che mi indebolisce (it makes me weak)." He whispered in his native tongue. --- " Mama?" My little grey eyed boy called out almost in a question. "Huh baby?" I replied. I just knew what he was going to ask. "Are you mad at daddy?" he asked, and my assumptions were confirmed. We are going to have this conversation just because he heard the spat between his father and I last night. How do I make him understand that people fight the most when they love each other. --- Truth is I'm scared, I almost lost Junior because of Al's enemies wanting revenge. I never forgot the night I went tumbling down the stairs with one push, I was 8 months along with Al junior and i never thought any of us would have survived.