marta: oo he wouldve haha

she went up to her room and got there clothes ready for the funeral .. giovani got there later that night she was in the bathroom laughing sending smoking pictures

giovani: im home!

she shut up quick and put her spare phone away and walked out

giovani: what where you laughing at?

maricela; old pictures of your dad with the kids then rereading jocelyns texts im killing her tomorrow if she shows up ill kill her in the back shit ill have the priest bless her a whore wont go to heaven anyways haha

he nodded

maricela: you still depressed

giovani: mari come on

maricela: you put yourself in this but im here for you he was your dad and you have to bury him i understand that

he nodded as she went to shower ..

maricela- hes home cant send anymore

smokey- fucking idiot haha we working tomorrow night?

maricela- maybe i dont know

smokey- come on you dont miss me? i miss you?

maricela- haha dont trip ill see what happens

she put the phone away and walked out

giovani: what are you wearing tomorrow?

maricela: why?

giovani: can you wear the ring?

maricela: why would i wear that?

giovani: because my moms going to be there from what she knows we're engaged and if your not wearing it i dont want her to question it .. i dont want her to find out

she looked at him

maricela; you dont want her to find out your like your dad? haha

giovani: mari come on

maricela: the only thing ill be wearing is his gold chain with his santa muerte thats let her fucking ask i know shes coming at me about the inheritance

giovani: you can deal with that but theyll be other family there to and

maricela: if i wear it will it make you happy? i thought you didnt care what they thought?

giovani: i dont care i just miss seeing it on you i shopped hard for that ring

maricela: yea you did and you worked hard for me to throw at you haw? im not going to wear it we're going together if anyone asks anything tell to shut the fuck it isnt there buisness

he nodded as she got into bed he sat down on the edge

maricela: you look desperate now nothings going to change im doing me do you

he looked at her

giovani:you done with me?

maricela: we live together and parent together i love you but its just not the same i dont see you the same anymore

she laid down and turned over he got into bed

giovani: vivi asked why i didnt sleep in here let me sleep in here

maricela: go for it i dont want her to think a thing either night

she went to bed annoyed .. she got up early and gave the kids breakfast

maricela: my babyboy your getting to big .. stop growing please 

she carried him and served viviana breakfast

viviana: todays tats funeral

maricela: hhm it is do you have your dress ready?

viviana: i do .. is maya going?

maricela: ill ask her but are you ok baby?

she sat down with her

viviana: i miss him ..

maricela: i miss him too baby come on you have to eat so we can go play out back its a beautiful sunny day

she nodded and kept eating

marta; its almost 9 and gio isnt up?

maricela: here take javi ill go check on him

she walked up to the room and heard him on the phone

giovani- leave me alone ..

petra- im your mother you cant even come see me on a day like today?

giovani- i dont wanna deal with this right now its already hard as it is ill see you later huh

he hung up as she walked in

maricela: busy?

giovani: my mom was blowing me up shes mad i havent gone to see her since she came into the city i dont wanna see her or talk to her i dont want her to know we have kids i dont huh

maricela: wait she doesnt know we have kids?

giovani: she knows we're together thats all no one really knows they exist me and my dad kept that private but them coming out today will prove they exist but i have higher security than normal you wouldnt even have to move a finger thats how protected it all is ..

she nodded and sat on the bed

maricela: you ok? breakfast is done vivis eating?

giovani: im not ok .. i hated him for the longest time he was dead to me for so long we where barely fixing our relationship then i go off and fuck up everything i always fuck up..

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