Capri 3.5 (Season Three: Delgato Family: Capri)

8. Aimee

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I was sitting outside on the patio at the hotel on my computer, writing another paper for this class. The class was interesting, and I enjoyed it, but if he assigned one more damn paper, I was going to pull my damn hair out.

The warm air hit my body, as my sundress flew with the wind, thankfully, I was sitting on it, or else everything would have been out. My hair was pulled into a bun, and I had put some lip-gloss and blush on to look alive.

The party wasn’t for two days, so everyone was enjoying all the different races that were going on. Although we were here for a reason, I was glad to have this getaway to have a moment to myself.

As Mariah Carey blared in my ears about still believing, I wanted to believe what she was singing was true. Could me and Capella fix this, and make it work for our family? Even after receiving that text message, I didn’t know what to say or do.

How could he do me like that?

I blamed myself because had I not been so fucking scared of opening up to him, he wouldn’t have went and found someone else. The picture was something that I looked at way too often. Him comfortable on another woman, that wasn’t me.

He was that comfortable with somebody else, and now I was sitting here in a damn café wiping away tears from this damn song. I wished I had a button and could go back in time to fix everything.

I would have been honest, tried to fix things and acted like I was married. When Capella asked me to marry him randomly, I thought he was joking.

“Marry me, Aim. Why the fuck we need to wait to get married on a beach. There’s time for that later… I want you to be my wife.” My head snapped in his direction as he continued to drive through the city.

We were going on a date while Alaia and Cappadonna watched Rory for us. Between school and Rory, Capella realized I needed a little break and asked me to go out.

The house on the compound was getting closer to being finished, and soon we wouldn’t have to live with Alaia and Cappadonna, even though I knew they didn’t mind.

As long as we had a roof over our head that was all that mattered to them. I continued to look at him, and our eyes met when he stopped at a light and looked at me.

“You’re joking, right?”

He took my hand and kissed the back of it. “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, Aim. You’re the mother of my son… you need to be my wife and there’s never gonna be a perfect time to do it.”

“Um, getting on your knee is one way,” I joked with him.

Capella put the car in park, turned his hazards on, and hopped out soon as the light turned green. A bunch of car horns blared as they drove around the car and I looked at him walking nonchalantly around the car, daring somebody to say some shit to us.

He opened the door and got down on one knee, on his constructions, so I know it was real. “Aimee, I fucking love the shit out of you and don’t see myself with anybody else. It’s you, and we been through a ton of shit, but baby, I wanna marry you.” He fished in his pocket and pulled out a diamond princess cut ring.

“You…You had a ring?”

“Had it all this time, baby… I wanna fucking marry you, and I wanna do it our way. You always say that I want our shit like my pops and it’s not true… I want our shit like ours. Our love has never been perfect, and it’s been through some shit…. Marry me, Aimee. Be my wife, and the next Mrs. Delgato.”

I wiped away my tears and looked at him, holding his face in my hands as they started to shake. He looked into my eyes and I knew he loved me. Capella had always loved me, and our problems were just small things that we could fix. We wouldn’t be in this place forever, and some day we would be able to sit and laugh about it.

“I’ll marry you, Capella Delgato,” I kissed his lips a few times, and hugged him as we sat in traffic.

We ended up staying in the city, and the next morning I called Skyler, and she was our witness, well, Estella too. Instead of telling everyone, we decided to wait.

Both of us knew that it would hurt everyone that we went and did it without them. Cappadonna had a whole plan for us to get married on the family’s beach and continue the tradition, so I knew Capella didn’t want to hurt him yet.

We had plans on telling everyone on Father’s Day, and then shit hit the table so we decided to keep it to ourselves. As time went on, life just kept happening. It felt like the minute we got married Capella changed. Like, he was always so supportive of me being in school, then the small little complaints started.

It was easy to ignore him and focus on school and Rory like I had always did. Then, he got jealous when me and Landon started hanging together. I didn’t look at Landon like that because all I worried about was my man.

Capella Delgato.

Shit really hit the fan when we went up to the lake house and moved into our own house. I think because we had never truly had our time alone together that everything just piled onto us, and we didn’t know how to handle it. Hell, I knew for sure I didn’t know.

Felt like I was fighting for my life all the time, and half the time it had nothing to do with Rory or Capella. I hated feeling the way that I did, and I damn sure didn’t want anyone to look at me like poor Aimee. I’ve been poor Aimee since coming into this family.

It wasn’t anything that I could take back. All I could do was move forward and actually try and be better. I could forgive him and make this marriage work. It would only work if he wanted it to work and supported who I wanted to be.

Needed to be.

I wanted to be his wife and Rory’s mama. More than anything I would wear those titles with pride, but I needed him to understand this was who I was. I wasn’t a homemaker and I damn sure wasn’t just going to lay down and have babies without any input.

This nigga was trying to have me like Handmaid Tales, and I wasn’t with none of that. Eventually, I did want more children, but we needed to get through this part of our lives. Rory was still young, and we were figuring out how to be parents. Aside from his diagnosis, we were still figuring this parenting shit out.

We had no idea how to be parents and were just winging it, so another baby would be stupid. As cute as my son was, I wasn’t ready for a second right now. That didn’t mean that I wouldn’t ever be ready, I just needed to work on me first.

“I know you not working while having a view like this.” Yasin sat down in the empty seat in front of me.

He was dressed down in a pair of sweat shorts, Asics running sneakers and a plain white T-shirt. From the way it clung to his body, I could tell that it was a good quality shirt. Probably some fancy designer that you couldn’t pronounce.

“This is the perfect reason to be working… look at the view, makes me want to sit here all day.”

His thick lips turned up into a smirk, and I watched as he finished the rest of the water he bought over here. “Every reason why you should be out there enjoying it. You always got your head down in a computer.”

I smiled. “For your information, I enjoy keeping busy and feeling useful.”

We both fell into a comfortable silence while I returned back to my paper and he checked his phone. When I looked up to steal a glance at the view, I noticed Yasin’s eyes were trained right on me.

“What? I got crumbs on my face or something?”

He shook his head. “Nah, you just looked really locked in with what you’re doing. Feel like I’m sitting here with my damn brother.”

I was now intrigued because I didn’t know much about Yasin. Other than the fact that he was an Inferno God, and he was always on go when it was time to handle something. Before this trip, we had probably shared three words with each other.

“You have a brother?”

He looked at me like he was waiting for me to follow up with a laugh to imply that I was joking with him. “Havoc… my brother… you fucking with me, Aimee?”

I laughed. “I’m being so serious. I’ve seen Havoc, but never put it together that you both were related or even brothers.”

“You think I learn sign language for every damn body?”

I couldn’t stop laughing because he was serious, but then I saw a little smirk appear on his lips. “Please don’t judge me, Yasin… but I never saw you do sign language… why are you doing it?”

He leaned back in his seat and chuckled. “Aimee, he’s fucking deaf.”

“Bullshit… I’ve spoken to Havoc, and he’s spoken back to me.”

I’ve gone to Fern plenty of times and Havoc would be there. I spoke to all the Gods, and I spoke to his ass, and he heard me and responded back. Now, his voice was always super low, but I never needed to understand him because a simple hello was always exchanged.

“Cochlear implants. He got them when he was younger,” Yasin explained and I nodded my head, now fully understanding.

“Wow. I really feel dumb because I never noticed.”

“His locs hide it… he keeps it on when we handling business, but usually that nigga will remove it and enjoys silence, so I be sitting there talking to myself not even knowing.” Yasin laughed.

“Hmph… learning more about you every day, Mr. Sin.”

He stood up and checked his phone. “I’m about to go workout so I can grub on some food… for real, I’m happy you and Rory are good.”

“Thanks, Yasin.” I smiled, as he stole a piece of my croissant and headed toward the gym in the hotel.

Yasin had always been nice to me since I met him. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he had always been nice. Now it made complete sense that Havoc was his brother, because neither of them spoke much.

Havoc was like 6’7 and a damn giant toward everyone, but he was so quiet and seemed sweet. I just never put together that he was deaf, which really shocked the hell out of me. I put my headphones on and continued to work on my paper until later tonight.