For the next three days, I pour myself into researchingeverything I can find on event planning and management. From papers, to journals and watching videos I find on the internet.
The week after that, I’d get up in the mornings, after my walk and breakfast. I continue studying from where I left off the day before in my balcony where I’ve set up my computer, some stationary I ordered from A****n and snacks. Taking notes and jotting things down, reading from ebooks. Its amazing how much you can learn online, everything you need is literally at your finger tips these days, it’s a wonder why people go t collages.
Everyone imagined I would have moved on from the idea after a few days but I was determined to prove them wrong.
On the third week I found and registered for an online course.
I’d just round of with my studding for the day and on video call with my mama as I inform her on my doctors appointment earlier, she like to be kept up to date.
“When I carried Carlos, I was so big and quiet sick but it was nothing compared to when I was pregnant with his sister, same as when Beatrice carried you” mama hums her agreement. “There wasn’t a part of my skin that remained unblemished. It was terrible and took months to heal.”
It is not unheard of, this old wive’s tale of knowing the gender of the a baby from the physical reactions of pregnant women.
A boy baby pregnancy supposedly takes a less physical toll and is easier on the mother than a baby girl, my aunt swears by it. Saying before technology advanced, this is how expecting mothers confirmed the gender of their unborn babies.
My aunt continues as she squinted trying to get a better look at me from the camera. With a shake of her head and a shrug or her shoulders my aunt announces “you carry a boy, Lola, you’re positively glowing”
Mama beams, nodding her head with agreement from where she is sitting on the couch by her older sister.
Leaning back against my chair, I cross my arms over my bump“If I remember correctly you both said the same thing about aunty Sofia years ago when she carried her second baby, which turned out to be a girl”
My aunt frowns “That was only one time Lola, remember before you left for the boarding school, Greta got married, she just recently had her third child.”
“Yeah, I remember that” Mika, a third cousin on my father’s side, her father had married her to his recently widowed friend.
His friend and age.
It was a sad affair. At only eighteen to my fifteen, I thought her life was over. “Mama told me she had a girl the first time she came to visit”
“Hm mm. The second and third child are girls too, as you can imagine, Greta wasn’t pleased, it is said she could barely bring herself to look at the poor child”
Her third child in four years, “Well, shit”
“And her husband?” It is my understanding that men are often eager to have an heir to secure their line and position.
“The older he gets the more he looses his patience with her”
I scoffed, “Because it is her fault they have conceived girls? That’s not how biology works” I say aghast.
“Unfortunately some men refuse to accept the simple truth of the matter, my dear”
“The man has a son does he not?” At least from what I remembered.
“From his second wife, yes, but the boy is sickly. Aldo hopes he can get another and make him his heir” My aunt says.
“Even still, you can’t choose these things, I can understand her disappointment to an extent, but to neglect your own child?” My palm falls protectively over my belly “I don’t get that”
“She must think like most women, if she provides Aldo an heir, she would not have to suffer her husbands attention as much” Mama says softly.
There is that to consider, I cannot imagine an old man, one around my father’s age as my husband, touching me like that.
Life can be unfair.
Hopefully Greta can conceive a son soon.
Mama claps her hands, straightening her already straight posture. “It is our burden as women, to birth heirs and ensure the continuation of the bloodlines, weather it is our desire or not”
There is a moment of silence as I reflect on my mother’s words. Lots of women go through a lot to have children. Especially in the family. It is not just expected, it is mandatory.
The sooner the better.
I cannot imagine what it must be like for Greta, I cannot remember if she was the maternal kind, mostly quiet, preferring to burry her nose in a book than make trouble with the rest of us.
“Be that as it may, I am very positive this time.” My aunt turns to me, you still have morning sickness?”
“Not at all” thank God for that.
Behind them I can see Davide, my aunty’s guard who helped them set up the call form their end standing at the door but out of hearing distance, not like he would concern himself about women gossip.They both turn, exchanging a look.
“What?”
“Your aunty is right, you must be carrying a boy dear”
Two sisters, one light haired, one dark. My aunt Sara with her tart tongue and my mama, soft spoken and sweet. Their personalities couldn’t be further from the other, like water and oil, day and night. it’s strange to see them agreeing on something.
“Or you could check and confirm”
“Not you too” I throw my hands up in exhaustion.
She is the only one who isn’t hassling me to check and hoping to the moon and back that the baby is a boy.
Her and Niko.
My aunty released a chuckle.
Surprisingly this has got to be the longest civil conversation I’ve had with my aunt. She’s just never had the patience to deal with me, always finding faults and pointing them out even as a child, I tend to avoid her.
It could be that now that I am growing up and becoming more responsible she finds me more agreeable.
“Enough about me though, how is home? Carlos?”
“He grows more comfortable in his position each day, thank goodness for your father and Giuseppe, helping him transition through the process. If only those old farts would come off it for a second, trying to push their ways and ideas.” My aunt says a curse word in Italian. “I keep saying he shouldn’t pay them any mind and go at his own pace”
“For once I wished my late husband, rest his soul” she does a sigh of the cross, kissing her thumb and index finger “was more strict with him and now he is gone, my poor boy has to fund for himself amongst those vultures”
“While this is sound advice, there are rules, and Carlos is still young, I am sure he will find his way” I say to console my aunt. Having lost her husband only months ago and now have to deal with so many political attacks on her only son.
There was also another loss, my aunt doesn’t speak of him though. I don’t know what my mama told her, Alonzo was buried in the family crypt in the Cancio manor with the rest of the family and that was the end of it.
I try not to think about it.
“Maybe a truce with one of the powerful families would calm things down.” I suggest.
“We are at a standstill, those hungry for power watching his every move, and the others seem to be unconcerned, peheros you could talk to Niko about it, to assist us find a good match for your cousin” ah… there it is, her reason for being cordial with me, I try not to smile.
“I thought you already decided on a match for her, before…” before Manuel passed away.
“We did, now they think to change the terms,” my aunt spits in annoyance
I scoffed, now that Manuel Cancio is no more you can always trust the men of La famiglia to reach for more that was agreed. “What are they saying?”
“Two weddings instead of one” mama whispered when my aunty remains quiet in anger as though the thought of it makes her want to break something.
I blink in realization “Carlos?”
“They want to wed him to the Rizzo girl, over my dead body will that happen, I already agree to give my daughter to that family, they won’t take my son”
Mama says more to her sister than to me “Giuseppe thinks it is a good way to secure their full support, with the Rizzo the others will follow”
Once again, I can't help but wonder why my cousin has to secure his place, as the only living male son of Manuel Cancio, which makes him boss in Chicago, simple and short. I was absent when Niko took over, but from what I heard there was some tension as is to be expected when there is a change in power, also another reason my mama concluded with Niko to send me away, excluding the fact that I was young, just fifteen, but I dont think it was this bad. They’re only able to this this because my cousin is young and level-headed, compared to Niko, I don’t even see Thomas allowing this kind of insubordination. “They are asking too much, two for the price of one” and by one, I mean one ally. Weddings in the family are a sure way to gain support and allies, If Katherina were to join the Rizzo family, then Carlos should join with another family, what utter nonsense for them to suggest this. It is a wrong political move, even I who is just learning about family politics will advise my cou
I continued with my studying for the next few days that followed. Excluding weekends, of course, I can’t seem to get anything done when I know he’s home. As I am, my emotions are all over the place and Niko is being very patient with me, I rope him into playing card games with me and Marie-Lu one Saturday, and the little girl anxious at the start, her cards clued to her lips, looking away from him as I explain the rules of the games to Niko, most of them made up by Marie-Lu and I, of course. Halfway into the game, she begins to relax, enough to win the first round, I win the next hand and Niko wins the next three. Gasp! So Marie-Lu and I gang up on him in the next hand, even resorting to hid cards behind me, tossing a wink at Marie-Lu to go with it when she frowns, she nods with a small smile. He still managed to win. I'm trying not to let the frustration get to me as we lose yet another hand, a smirk on his lips as he picks up the decks, shuffling it between his fingers, a diffe
“The women are upset that you’ve declined all their invitations to tea in the past month” I haven’t gotten any invitations. Why do I feel this is Niko's doing? A sigh leaves me. “You know why I can’t go out” I cradle my swollen belly with one hand, leaning on the arm of my chair. Already he was frustrated with me this morning at breakfast, I’d finally summoned the courage to speak of my cousin's plight to him. “I know better than you the situation of this in Chicago” was his reply. I had frowned at him but he remained unvarying in his decision to stay out of it. I don’t know how my aunt thought I would be able to do anything. Last night my aunt suggested that my cousin Katherina come for a visit. After asking if Niko’s cousin Vincent has a pending arrangement. I saw where that was leading, of course, in the case that somehow my cousin could try to catch the eyes of Vincent Salvatore, or God forbid find herself in Vincent’s bed and force Niko’s hand. Katherina is Chicag
“So have you and Niko thought of any names? I think the name Eva has a nice ring to it if I do say so myself”I laughed. “Niko hasn’t said much about it. But I was thinking of Marina for a girl and Louis for a boy” I’ve always loved Marina. It's cute for a little girl in, teenage years, and a grown woman. “Louis though” one perfectly plucked brown eyebrow arches slightly, she does that when she is against something.“It’s cute” I defendShe gives me a pointed look. “Yes, cute”I turn to her, somewhat offended “What’s wrong with cute? I also like Jamie”“What is Jamie?” Eva kissed her tongue at me pointing with her index finger with accusation “You are not even trying for male names, you really think it’s going to be a girl? Why don’t you just check and be done with all this fuss?” I fought the urge to roll my eyes, only Andrea knows the gender of the baby, during my first ultrasound months ago her eyes widened slightly, and then a huge grin appeared on her face. I remember it becaus
When I wake up on Sunday morning, the bed is empty beside me. I know Niko is not at church, he wouldn’t go without me and as we are keeping the pregnancy quiet, we haven’t been for months. So these days, only Tommy and Vincent attend mass every Sunday morning. Releasing a sleepy oud yawn, I stretch a hand towards the nightstand for my phone. Where the hel- I squint one eye open to narrow on its position then move my fingers further to the right grabbing my phone. I swipe through my contact with half closed eyes before hitting the call button. It rings twice before connecting. “Where are you?” There is a beat of silence “In my office, two doors from you” his voice grows increasingly sharp “Are you hurt?” I blink once, twice doing a mental check, “No, I’m fine. Just woke up and wondered where you were” Then I hung up tossed my phone on the side and went back to sleep.That afternoon I sit in the living room and stretch my hands above my body for the fifth time.Gosh, my back. I m
I am wearing a blue wrap dress when I come down for dinner Sunday evening, Chase, one of Niko’s captains kisses my cheeks in greeting slipping a hand into his pants pockets before heading inside. “You don’t have to do this” Niko whisperers once more.I look down at myself “But I got all dressed up” Arranging my curls, I smile up at him. “I see that You look gorgeous baby” Tilting my head in thanks, "You too, but you always look good even without trying" Tonight he is wearing a black suit, black shirt, and no tie, the top buttons undone, his hair pushed back from his face, I notice the strands are getting quite long, the back reaching past his neck, but he looks delicious all the same. As he drops a kiss on my temple the door opens once again. “Hi, good evening” I wave at Matteo. Matteo smooths a hand down his black suit jacket, the back tie against a white shirt sets off his warm tan skin, his short back hair is combed back, and blue eyes that look so much like my husband’s spar
“One of my friends, Chloe used to work doing the school break, meeting new people, getting to know them, helping them solve problems, and the unreasonable demands of some customers she would come back every school break with the funniest stories, it was a blast” I tell Maria as she chops some vegetables “I’m not sure if I’m cut out for the fashion world though, you remember that movie we saw, what was the name...? I trailed off racking my brain. "The one with Carla Hernandez in the lead, where she ran a fashion house, now imagine that in real life, it is just too competitive you know, and the forever changing trends? Nah... I dont think it is for me. Not to mention it deals with too much publicity." I shake my head once more. Niko would never agree with something that puts me in the spotlight. It would make me an easy target. This is the next best thing, I’m already getting it all figured out. Once again I marvel at the choice I’m career. After getting my certification I am tryi
“Why are you talking to her?” I asked after letting myself into the room. Twice now, after my physical exam, Niko would offer to see Andera off, and they’d get holed up in his study for some time before they finally leave, Niko going back to work and Andera going back to God knows where. I raised an eyebrow then waved it off the first time I saw it happen. Shrugged it off the second time, now however, I am just irritated. “What is going on here?” my eyes jumped from my husband to Andrea and back again. “Niko had some questions about the pregnancy,” Andera said, my attention remained on my husband who is sitting behind his desk. “Niko?” I questioned because that sounded like utter crap to me. “Just as she said” He confirms, my eyes narrow as annoyance and another emotion I can name surges through me. “And you couldn’t ask these questions in front of me?!” I snapped. Still calm, he waved a hand at the empty chair in from of his table, next to the one Andera already occupied.