Chapter 314
Rachel
I can’t fucken believe it, Massimo is leaving me in the middle of our shopping trip because his upset I’m not calling our children, Massimo, Salvadore or Rossa what would have happened if I wanted to give our girl my mothers name Hester. Like in seriously or a real Afrikaans name for our son Koos. What then will he still be pissed off. I look at Marco, “Did that just happened?” Poor Marco didn’t know what to say he just shrugged at me. Like in seriously. And know I can’t even go back into the store because this woman heard everything and saw Massimo’s blow up. “Let’s walk Marco, I’m not going back in there.” “We should stay here until someone come with a car.” Marco said. “Marco you can stay or come with me that is your decision but I’m walking.” Luckily, I had sneakers on my, go to shoes since I got too big to be comfortable in high heels. I just couldn’t believe he just left me in the middle of the street. I was speechless. A few stores down the street I found another baby store. I went in and looked at the clothing but my head just wasn’t in it. I was actually so angry with Massimo. I walked out and called for a cab. “Rachel the car is on the way.” “I’m getting into the cab Marco you can stay or come with but I’m not waiting for a car my husband sends me.” A cab stopped and I got in, I had to move over because Marco made the right chose, he got into the cab with me. I gave the cabbie the address and we drove off. “Boss is not going to be happy.” Marco said “You know what I’m not very happy right know and I don’t care what Massimo thinks.” “Okay sorry Rachel.” He stopped in front of the building and Marco got out and then helped me out of the cab. I greeted the doorman and we went up to the penthouse. When I got out of the lift Massimo stood in the middle of the foyer with his hands on his hips. “Did you just take a taxi?” “Yes, so what, you abandoned me in the middle of the street why couldn’t I take a taxi?” “Because I told you I’m sending a car back for you.” “And how do I know you going to do that because leaving me in the middle of the street was something I never thought you’ll do.” “I was just angry okay.” “No Massimo it’s not okay then we could have talked it out but now I can’t go back into that store because you decided to throw a tantrum like a toddler. I’m carrying two babies that is going to be toddlers before we know it, I don’t have energy for 3 toddlers. You are a grown ass man you could have told me we should leave because you not happy but you left me, you left me in the middle of the fucken street!” I screamed at him. I stormed pass him and walked to the kitchen got myself a glass of water and downed it. Massimo followed me “And what would you have said if I told you I’m not happy?” “Then I would have listened to you but no you had to get so angry got in the car and drove away. What’s going to happen when the children want something and I say no but you want to say yes. Are you going to get in your car and ride away then too or are we going to talk about it?” “I would like to think we’ll talk about it.” “Well Massimo I would also hope we will talk about it but the way you just reacted tells me you don’t like to compromise it’s your way or no way at all and I don’t agree with that. I’m not going back to that kind of relationship.” “Don’t you compare me with your ex.” “Then don’t react like him it’s easy.” That made him more upset he walked of and I went to our room. Well fine if he doesn’t want to talk about it. Fine.
Massimo
I walked to my office, angry as fuck she just compared me to her abuse ex, what the fuck was I really being a dick about this or did I have the right to be upset. I poured myself a scotch and looked out on New York City. The city I own but can’t even have a conversation with my wife about our children’s names. Was I a dick for leaving her in the middle of our shopping trip? Maybe, do I feel it was justified? Totally. How can she just have sprung this whole thing on me. My mind was made up our daughter’s name would be Rossa and our son’s name would be Massimo, Salvadore Marchetti. Why couldn’t she just give me this? Why did we have to have new names for them what is wrong with the names I chose for them or our forefathers. I just couldn’t get my head around it. I sat back at my desk thinking how are we going to solve this problem it is very clear she wasn’t going to budge on any of the names and I’m not sure I want any other names for our children I mean they are going to be Marchetti’s after all. I was still thinking this over when Rachel stormed into my office. “Just one more thing Massimo! Think about it this way, what if I wanted to used my parents’ names?” “Then I would have talked to you about it.” “Really Massimo my father’s name is Koos and my mother Hester how on earth would those Afrikaans names work with your Italian surname. Think about it because you are clearly just seeing your own side here.” Then just like that she turned around and walked out of my office again. I can’t even pronounce the names she just said. Does she have a point? Do I want her to have a point? Do I really want to feel like the dick that just left her because I couldn’t get my way? This was all thoughts going through my head. I needed to get out of the apartment to get my head on straight. I called Luca and left without telling Rachel.
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