Loving My Saviano Twins -ON HOLD

Chapter 4: Sube La Adrenalina

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Chapter 4: Sube La Adrenalina

“Let’s warm up with our hips and step 1 to the right with your right foot, follow that by a back step on the right with your left foot and repeat everything to the left.”

Dancing with Amelia and Ralph was fun, a great exercise for all of us and a healthy hobby as well as something that connected us all together. Trying to lose the baby fat after giving birth was hard enough so imagine how hard it would be with twins. When Amelia expressed her interest in ballet and Ralph wanted to learn breakdancing, I introduced the K Kick. Although both Amy (Amelia) and Rafael(Ralph) had their own dancing lessons twice a week, I danced with my babies in all different music and dance genres so we could all have fun and broaden our horizons.

Currently we were in hip hop mode and dancing to Ricky Martin’s Adrenalina. In an effort to protect my babies’ ears from vulgar or suggestive language of pop we mainly used music from other languages. Spanish, Arabic, Chinese and Korean pop music is fun and although it may have suggestive phrases in English, it’s not as obvious. The day I heard Ralph rapping to Eminem about drugs and women I swear I saw his guardian angel wagging his finger at me.

However, this plan backfired sometimes. Why does Ricky Martin have to look, sound and act so sexy? All I wanted to do was get all sexy and wonton but that of course is a bad idea in front of your young children.

“Sube la Adrenalina woo, shake what your mamma gave you.” Ruby of course had no such problem or a desire to restrain herself as she proceeded to shake what her mamma gave her with my children following suit.

“What am I going to do with you?” Giving up trying to look stern I laughed as Amy and Ralph bumped each other and fell on their tooshies.

“Join me?” Picking up the twins and dusting them off Ruby proceeded to show them a few fancy foot works. Shaking my head I joined them in jumping, hopping and shaking our goodies all over the place.

After taking a quick shower we all sat on the soft carpet of the living room floor with our bowls of Singapore noodles on the round, low coffee table. Sometimes it just felt right to eat Asian food in traditional Asian setting. I know I’m being stereotypical and it doesn’t work that way but it just kind of felt right.

“Mom, everyone at school thinks you are so cool.” Turning to look at Amy I felt my heart swell at being considered a cool mum. That is practically every Mothers dream.

“Thank you but why is that?”

“Because you let us eat on the floor or the couch, play sports with us and you don’t act like a control freak. Evan Andrews told his mum to stop being a control freak robot and be more like you.”

Gulp.

Elizabeth Andrews was what you would call a society wife. Refined, rich and is all about image and seeking power and attention. She gave unwanted lectures and boasted about raising a child and being the head of so and so charities and her many offers in the modelling world which she turned down to raise her child right. Letting your children eat without the proper use of the French etiquette and being a ‘cool mom’ while she was not was a big no-no. Squaring my shoulders I mentally prepared for the battle that would be taking stage in the next parents’ conference.

Ruby gave me a sympathetic look before swiftly changing the subject.

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 “Ruby please let me go. I look fine and if we don’t leave soon we’re going to be late.” Despite the fact I knew pleading with Ruby to get a move on when she wasn’t ready or willing was pointless I couldn’t help but try.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. It’s over confidence that lands people in the worst dressed lists you know. Is that what you want huh? I refuse! I didn’t go to the trouble to find you the perfect outfit only to see you rock up like a B list actor after all my effort!” Ruby huffed out as she re-arranged the loose chestnut brown curls of my hairdo. Although I used to keep it in a bob style I now left it to reach past my shoulders.

I know what you’re thinking. Why would someone so rich who owns her own house, drives an Alfa Romeo, has several investment properties, is a successful author and editor as well as runs her own publishing business have her best friend do her makeup? I couldn’t be bothered going to a salon and besides, Ruby graduated as a beautician while she went to business school.

“All done! Baby girl we look smokin, let’s go catch us some men.” I rolled my eyes at Ruby and she only stuck her tongue out at me. Standing side by side we did look good. My hair was in an elegant chignon with loose curls around my face and natural makeup with brown eyeliner to define my green eyes. The event we were going to was a charity organisation for natural disasters and so the theme is nature. My gown was a floor length creation of pine green satin with tiny gold branches and leave detail that caught the light as I moved. It was demure in length, high neckline and even my back and arms were covered in lace but it was tight around the waist and hip. There was also a side slit that started two inches above my knee that parted every time I stepped forward.

Ruby had her ebony hair slicked in a high pony tail with smoky eyes and ruby lips. Her dress was a white material much like a simple tight mini dress but with white lace covering it and trailing on the floor. I stared at her black Christian Louboutin heels through the sheer material starting at her knees until lace started at her ankles which were like the ones featured in Burlesque except black.

“I should warn you, my wardrobe is now equipped with the latest security system so you can’t steal them. You also cannot borrow, buy or swap them.” Her smirk grew as I felt a part of me shrivel and die with every word. I was not one of those materialistic girls that thrived on fashion not that there was anything wrong with them. That just wasn’t me but I did fall in love with a shoe or a purse from time to time and that was a limited edition. I was only a female people.

“And how exactly is your dress related to nature Miss-traitor-of-sister-code-05-lend-shoes-to-thy-sister?” A good come back can also be in the form of accusations.

“Oh my Christian Louboutins. You didn’t notice the lace was in the shape of snowflakes?” Drawing the sign of cross on her body she grabbed her shiny black clutch and stormed out of the room.

Stifling my giggles I followed her out of my room to the waiting limousine. Greeting Ruby’s date who was some up and coming football player I sat opposite the couple and we talked about mundane things until we reached the function centre.

While Ruby and her date alighted from the car to paparazzi feast I stayed in the car until we rounded the building and entered the function hall from a side entrance.

Sighing in relief at avoiding the paparazzi I straightened my shoulders ready to join the rich and the famous. Taking a step forward I felt myself pale at the voice and words coming from the person behind me. That deep accented voice from my naïve past sent shivers down my spine. No, please God no. I wasn’t ready, it had only been two weeks since I had decided what I was going to do. Fighting the urge to run I turned around feeling my body and soul freezing at who I saw there.

“Mia bella, it has been so long has it not?” The sneer and hate in his voice was clear but it was the look in his eyes that had me turning on my heel and disappearing in the crowd.

Anticipation for a fight and confrontation shone in his eyes. He wanted something and Adamo always made sure to get what he desired. Not this time, he would have to walk over my ashes to get to my babies. Even then I would probably haunt him as a ghost.

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