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Our bodies moved perfectly in sync, and despite my self-consciousness on the dance floor, he made sure that I felt perfectly at home with what we did. His hands would guide me perfectly along with the music, and my heart swelled with joy every time he smiled at me.
Our kisses were like the calming moonlight against the soft waters of a still river, and when we got going, it was like the rushes of a tide that washed away any unpleasantness.
Together, he and I were perfectly united, and he cooked and cleaned to treat me like the goddess that I was. He clearly worshipped me, taking my entire being as the source of his happiness, and he made it known that he never wanted to let me go.
As the days towards Sunday mass got closer, he comforted me in knowing that no matter how my father took my pregnancy, that he would make it known that I had done nothing wrong.
“Our sins are like anyone else’s,” he said. “If God can forgive us, then so can your father.”
“I know he will eventually,” I said. “I mean, he has to accept his grandchild. And I know he loves me.” There was this paralyzing fear that Brody somehow managed to wash away with his cool manner.
“There’s nothing we can’t handle together,” he told me. “Our love is here to stay.”
I smiled. “I love you, Brody.” He cupped my face with one hand and the smooth taste of his kiss was like a strong liquor that washed away my insecurities. Even though I didn’t drink too much, when I was with him I didn’t mind occasionally having a shot or two to enhance our pleasure. Of course, not with the pregnancy but in other days.
Luckily, we didn’t drink before the Sunday mass as it was early and we both wanted to be ready for whatever would happen that day.
Moreso, I knew that I could trust him to be a steady hand in walking through the dangers of everyday life as a boss for the King Mafia.
22
BRODY
She became my greatest ally, an ear to listen to my problems. She did so quite well, even as she navigated the difficulties of pregnancy.
Our first challenge was to tell her father, something that she did not relish.
That Sunday, we went to mass and a few members of the church recognized Frank. I hadn’t accounted for this, but Adriana had.
She immediately made polite conversations introducing herself as Frank’s daughter, an unprecedented move as Frank wasn’t the most popular man at that church (or in general for that matter). But it was a spectacular move within the interpersonal politics of the church, because several of the members immediately took a liking to her.
I became enraged within, but kept my calm on the outside.
Adriana knew, and she immediately quenched any concerns I may have had.
“Those dirty old church men can look, but they will never touch,” she said. Then she gave me a promising look that hinted at a very steamy after service session. The sanctimoniousness of the situation had us both very excited, particularly the teasing touches that she would occasionally sneak in during the prayer.
Frank was none the wiser, though he knew that we were planning on telling him something very serious after mass.
Adriana sat right between Frank and I, and she knew when to redirect her father’s attention away from me towards the prayer.
“You don’t remember this prayer, Daddy?” She would ask him, and Frank would frown, trying to hide the fact that he had to really focus to know the words. His shift in focus was quite an opportune time, though she did it so sparingly that she might as well not have done it.
I walked out of the service with her wanting to ask God for forgiveness, but then Adriana reminded me that we still needed to tell Frank about her child.
It was a beautiful day outside, the church building the perfect public setting for her to break the news. As there were several passersby and people who would come up to greet her afterwards, she knew not to say anything to Frank.
Once she was sure that Frank wouldn’t be able to throw a fit in public, she just came out with it. I could feel the tension building, and it was clear she was ready to get it over with.
“Daddy, I’m pregnant,” she said. “And the baby is Brody’s. That’s why we went to mass with you. I figured I’d go as penance for my sins.”
I could only imagine the penance she would make me give her but, at the moment, I had to make sure that Frank didn’t flip in front of everyone. He stared me down, then gave her a chastising look.
“Brody did tell me that he planned on having children with you,” Frank said, then looked at me disapprovingly. I stood firm, knowing that I couldn’t show Frank a hint of fear.
I wasn’t afraid of the man, but I was afraid of reacting badly if he did. I think Adriana was too because she flinched when Frank stared intently into my eyes.
She knew just what to say.
