Chapter 19

Layla

Being 34 weeks pregnant has my back hurting like a bitch. After giving birth I'm going to put my back under commission because this shit hurts.

Basil's at his club right now handling business or whatever mobsters do while I stay home and laze around. Talk about boring, I'm going to see if I could apply for online classes after the twins are born.

All of a sudden a smell from the kitchen makes my stomach clench in hunger, Mariah must be cooking.

Waddling to the kitchen I see Mariah pull out some type of dish from the oven, smells like a roast of some kind.

"Mariah, Ti mageirévete?" (What are you cooking?) I know I butchered the pronunciation but she just smiles kindly. I've learned a little Greek the last couple weeks. Basil's a good teacher he's been teaching me the basics, enough to get me by.

"Ftiáchno kléftiko." (I'm making kleftiko.)

"Ohhh, myrízei oraía." (Smells good.) It smells heavenly, it looks like some type of meat cooked with potatoes and vegetables in parchment pap