EPISODE 10
983 Words
ANASTASIA BUYS
I am cooking dinner with the help of Beverly who is excited to make the potato bake. Right now, she is putting the mushroom source together and she is esthetic that it is going to taste better than how I always make it. Who is the chef between her and I again?
Anyway, as I set the table with the plates and the silverware, my heart jumps in excitement when I heard the little voices and a wail of a baby that I have been longing for. I turned around and waited for the door to open with a huge smile on my face.
"Oh no, why so soon!?" Beverly complains. I chuckle at her remark because I really understand why she is saying that.
My kids are extra, especially the twins, but lucky for Beverly this house is massive, so she can get to hide herself in one of many rooms away from the kids.
"I have missed them so much. I cannot wait to hold Leonardo in my arms," I said.
The door finally opened and the twins made their run into the house with a lot of noise.
"Mamma!" They shouted like they also have been missing me.
"O, my liefies. Mamma het jou so gemis, het jy dit geniet by Nonna se huis?" I kneeled so that I could accommodate both of them in my arms. They did not even answer me and I know why.
I am from South Africa and I grew up speaking Afrikaans with my family before we moved here to Italy. Beverly was born in South Africa, but when we moved here, she was still small so she learned Italian quicker than our home language, Afrikaans which she knows only a little. Now the twins don't even know or hear Afrikaans; the only thing they understand is when I am reprimanding them and I start using the words: Ja, pronounced as Ya which means yes, and Nee, which means No.
"I am asking, did you enjoy yourselves at Nonna's house because mamma missed you a lot, my liefies," (My lovelies)
"Mamma, why did you send us to Nonna? I did not say I want to go there," My bubbly Mira is back and she is not about to take any nonsense. As little as she is, she is way too big for her shoes
"So, you don't miss mommy?" I ask, acting sad.
"I miss you, mommy. Can I have ice cream?" Isa has a sweet tooth and I can bet you she probably ate something sweet because I know how Maurizio can never say no to them.
"Are you only saying that you miss mommy because you want ice cream?"
"Don't give them any more sweets, they had a lot of those these past days at Nonna's house," Maurizio warns as he walks in with our crying son.
I get up, ignoring the twins so that we won't continue the ice cream conversation. Is it I or Maurizio is happy today?
"Oh, hey my pumpkin. My n*****s have been longing for your sweet mouth, you must have been longing for mamma's breast milk. Come, let me feed you, my Angel," I took Leonardo from Maurizio's arms and carried him to the living room. I sat on the couch and tucked my boob in his mouth. My baby suffered because of me. He probably didn't like the baby formula they have been feeding him.
"How was that, nice?" He gives me the most cutest smile for a second. I guess he did miss his milk.
After burping him, he fell to sleep. I am not complaining because he does that a lot – that is what babies do anyway.
"Mommy, the potato bake is ready!" Beverly announces.
"And what about the mushroom sauce?"
"It's okay,"
"You do not sound sure, baby, I am not convinced," I laugh alone.
"Well, It's thicker,"
"Add milk as you stir until you are certain it's okay," I got up, making my way to Leonardo's nursery, and put him to bed before I went back downstairs.
"Where are Daddy and the twins?" I ask Beverly who is busy on her cellphone, which reminds me that I need a new phone since I broke my old one.
"Outside the patio. He said he needed to check the pool, it needs maintenance or something,"
"At this time of the night?" I walk to the sliding door and there he is, my handsome husband, covering the pool with the automatic vinyl pool cover. The twins are fascinated by the outside world rather than being in the house.
"You can do that in the morning, come back in the house, dinner is ready,"
"Just a minute," Maurizio said.
"Isabella, Mirabella, in the house, now!" I direct them to the sliding door with my thumb. They frown, going into the house. I follow them behind.
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As soon as Beverly was done eating, she excused herself and went to her room, leaving me with Maurizio and the twins who are not looking like they would sleep at any time now. They seem to be restless like they are sugar before they came.
I let them sit on the couch and watch cartoons on TV until it knocks them off to sleep. This also gave me a chance to clear up the table and rinse the dishes as I packed them in the dishwasher, Katrina will do the rest in the morning.
"Maurizio, will you watch them as I go and check on Leonardo,"
"Sure, I will put them to bed. When you are done, go to our bedroom and let me find you naked, signora. Get wet for daddy,"
Oh, I smiled in excitement... Well, my p***y was so excited it couldn't hide it. It's throbbing, crying to be filled with some hard manhood.
Without saying anything further, I ran upstairs.
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