Page 36 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
“Oh, I’m so happy! I’m hungry so let’s go before my Dad gets home,” Noelle says, looking around the hall.
“Right, let’s go,” I say, nodding.
I take her hand, lacing our fingers, walking out of the damn house, down the walkway to my car. I open the door, hold her arm to help her onto the passenger seat. I lean in to kiss her, close the door, and walk over to get into the driver's side. I turn the car on, pulling out of the driveway.
I can’t fucking wait to get her out of this house and away from that motherfucker.
“I’m going to take you to have dinner at my Mamma’s,” I say, smiling, glancing at her.
“Oh my, you’re telling me now. I should have worn my other dress, fixed my hair differently! Really Chris,” Noelle groans, leaning back into the seat looking at me.
Noelle looks so fucking nervous.
“Baby, it’s all good. My Mamma wants to meet you,” I say, chuckling, trying to keep my eyes on the road.
“Oh, I’m so nervous,” Noelle groans, covering her face with her hands.
“It’s all good, Nicola will be there and Mamma,” I say, exiting the freeway, going down the road to my Mamma’s house.
It’s not a fancy house; it is the same small humble home that I was raised in. Mamma refuses to move because Papà bought the house when I was born.
I pull up to the curb, turn off my car, turning to look at Noelle. She’s looking out the window, biting her lower lip, clasping her hands tightly.
“Baby, no worries,” I say, pushing my door open, jumping out of the car.
I walk around the car, open the passenger door, taking Noelle’s arm to help her out, grinning down at her.
“Come on, you can do this,” I say, taking her hand.
“Ok,” Noelle says, nodding, resting her hand on her tummy.
It’s a small tummy, barely noticeable, but I think she looks adorable. I can’t wait to have our Baby in my arms.
We walk up the walkway to the front door. I open the door, stepping inside the living room.
“Oh, it’s exciting to see the photos of you when you were young,” Noelle utters softly, pointing at the wall.
“Chris,” Mamma yells, walking out of the kitchen wiping her hands with a towel.
“Mamma, I brought Noelle over to meet you,” I say, walking over to hug my Mamma.
“Oh Chris, it’s nice to meet you, Noelle,” Mamma says, taking a step to hug Noelle.
“Hi, it’s a pleasure, Mrs. D’Angelo,” Noelle says, with a soft flush in her cheeks.
I look at the two most important women in my life.
I’m a lucky bastard.
“Hey,” Nicola says, walking into the living room, hugging Noelle.
“Hi Nicola,” Noelle says, beaming.
“Let me get you some water,” I say, walking to the kitchen to get the sparkling water for Noelle and the wine for Mamma, Nicola, and me. I can hear Mamma inviting Noelle to have a seat and Nicola putting the Christmas songs on his cell phone.
I walk back into the living room with the tray of drinks, placing it on the coffee table.
“Baby, here’s some sparkling water. I got you the one that you like,” I say, handing her the glass.
