Carlo’s POV
Carlo’s POV
I sat next to Catalina, sitting on our sofa in the living room area while she held our son, Carlo Juan Jr. He had my first name but Catalina insisted he have a different middle name, in case he wanted to go by that one.
I knew better than to argue with her. There were some fights worth having.
That was not one of them. Besides, he did have one of my names, so technically I did sort of win.
He was a little over two months old now.
The last few months of her pregnancy were terrifying because I couldn’t tell if it was just her pregnancy hormones raging out at me, or just all her.
Again, I had to suck it up and take it. After all, I was the reason we had been in the mess we were in.
Sometimes I would sneak off to my office, to ‘work’ just to break into the one cabinet in the house that held the liquor.
I would shoot back at least two shots to get me back to some sort of equilibrium.
Catalina never fully came back to me, like we had been like before she caught me with that perra loca.
But I would take any parts of her she would give me.
The delivery had been like a crazy rollercoaster.
One minute she wanted to have a natural birth, no drugs, then she would be hysterical and scream for medication in the next breath.
She eventually did pull through without the medication.
She felt guilty about taking medication, thinking she would be a terrible mother if something happened to our child for taking the medication.
After losing our first child, there was no talking her out of her mindset.
But I stayed by her side, diligently, no matter how much I wanted to strangle her. Mi alma.
After almost losing her to Emily’s craziness, I appreciated my wife even more.
I had been given something special and I had tossed it aside for my damned ego.
I would always be on thin ice, but at least we were together.
Broken together. Her cut on her arm healed, but now she had a scar, which I would often find myself rubbing lightly, reminding myself that it could have been worse, and almost was.
Mrs. Silvia had been injured badly. She had tried to return to work after a few weeks off, but Catalina insisted she retire.
Mrs. Silvia had almost been hysterical about that idea until I gave her a very generous retirement gift.
She had cried, saying she couldn’t accept when Catalina insisted she accept at.
Catalina also made sure Mrs. Silvia was always welcomed back for visits.
She was one person Catalina had a relationship with that was important enough to continue.
Mrs. Silvia came by at least once a week to see Catalina and our son.
Another thing I appreciated was that the times I had to bring Catalina with me to meetings with Dom and Maximo, Sophie, Dom’s wife, had been pleasant and welcoming of Catalina.
They are not best friends on any account, but they are able to get along enough.
Aria still had a problem with her, but she reigned it in.
I don’t think any of them realized Catalina had a shit upbringing too.
She was unable to make friends because of her family.
When she had asked to cut ties with them, I didn’t hesitate.
We had our own family now, and they would not taint it with their ugliness.
But I had my wife back, or at least parts of her. I would take them all, all the parts, and keep hold as tightly as I could. She was mi alma. From now, until death.