Showing posts with label Uncle Jimmy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Uncle Jimmy. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Teaser

On Saturday, the weekend of Bella’s birthday, I was kicked out of my house by my mother, Alice, Sue and Lauren. They were giving my wife a day of pampering, which she deserved. I heard things mentioned like manicures, pedicures, highlights and a complete makeover.

It was also in preparation for the date I had planned for my wife in honor of her birthday. A long overdue date with soul mate, the woman I’d loved more than my own life.

I left the house with Charlie, driving over to Emmett’s to watch the Cub’s game with Jasper, Uncle Jimmy and my dad. Arriving at Emmett’s contemporary home overlooking the lake, I took Charlie out of his car seat and carried him, along with his overnight bag of goodies inside. “Hello?” I called.

“Edward! We’re in the back, but I’m getting beers,” I heard from the kitchen.

I walked through Emmett’s living room and dining room, finding Jimmy rooting around in the fridge. All around the home, I noticed Lauren’s boho aesthetic mixed in with Emmett’s love of clean lines. Lauren obviously decorated since Emmett was completely color blind. However, he loved the sleek contemporary lines. Their styles were blended well and it made for a unique home.

Jimmy turned around, holding a few bottles of IPA. “You brought my grandson!” He grinned goofily as Charlie began squirming.

“Ganpa!” Charlie squealed, reaching for Jimmy. He put down the beers and eagerly swooped Charlie into his arms. He kissed and tickled him, making my son giggle happily.

I chuckled, putting Charlie’s bag onto the ground. I picked up the beers and walked with Jimmy out to the back patio. Once outside, I sit down on a chair and marveled at Emmett’s set up. “Nice, Em … I like the outdoor family room.”

“Thanks,” Emmett grinned, munching on some chips. “The structure was already here, along with the fire pit and hook ups for the television. Lauren added the frou-frou stuff and made it homey.”

“It looks great,” I said, munching on some veggies and dip.

“Are you ready for your evening with Bella?” Dad asked.

“I think we both need this. Just a night where there’s nothing hanging over our heads,” I said, taking a sip of beer. “Thank you for watching Charlie, Dad.”

“We would have, but after Sue comes back, we’re going to visit Leah,” Jimmy said, bouncing Charlie on his knee. “I’m happy that we got to see each other today.” He kissed Charlie’s head and he wriggled on Jimmy’s knee.

“How’s she doing?” Jasper asked. “Leah?”

“She’s getting better. No more violent outbursts. At least, not recently,” Jimmy answered. “The 
doctors said that she could be okay to come home by the holidays.”

“Why was she placed in a residential facility?” Emmett asked.

“She was suffering from PTSD from the abduction and what happened that day. You’ve seen how Bella is dealing with it, and she’s able to express her fears, frustrations, anger and pain. She can tell you if she’s upset or question things occurred to her. Leah? She didn’t know how to make sense of what happened,” Jimmy said. “She became violent and she hurt Sue. She was raging and hit Sue so hard that she knocked a few teeth loose. So, we placed her into a residential facility. They’ve been able to help her come to grips what happened that day. It’s slow-going, but we’re seeing more of Leah and less of the confused, angry woman.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Edward, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” Jimmy smiled at me. “You didn’t cause Renee to go batshit crazy.”

“No, but it was our connection to Ricardo that hurt Leah,” I huffed out.

“Son, you can’t talk ownership of what happened. It’s not your fault,” Dad said forcefully, his voice taking on a resonant tenor. “Things are changing. You’re changing … let those changes happen.” He gave me a stern, but understanding look. A look to tell me to shut the hell up.

Emmett and Lauren's home








Monday, January 6, 2020

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Teaser


Bella

Sitting in the kitchen at Jimmy’s home, I was flipping through a bridal magazine to find a matron of honor dress for Sue’s wedding to my uncle. It was early May and the wedding plans were nearly completed, save for my dress choice and choosing a wedding cake. Lauren was going to design a dress for Sue and was nearly done with it. I had no idea what it looked like, so I was going in blind in choosing my dress. The only thing I knew was that the wedding was going to be casual.

Leah was on the floor playing with Charlie, who was squirming and trying to explore the new space. Sue was sitting on the overstuffed couch, watching over my son and her daughter.

Seth was standing behind his fiancée in the kitchen, trying to pick out wedding invitations. Uncle Jimmy was experimenting. He was trying to figure out how to incorporate some new ingredients into his menu at The Blue Swan.

“Bells, try this,” Uncle Jimmy said, putting something onto a plate. “What does it need?”

I took the proffered plate, cutting into the meat. I moaned when I tasted the meat. “Oh my God. This just melts in your mouth, Uncle Jimmy. What is this?”

“Beef spareribs,” he answered. “How’s the sauce? Too spicy? Not spicy enough? Be brutally honest, Bells.”

“What are you planning on serving this on?” I countered. “Mashed potatoes?”

“I’m thinking some homemade mac and cheese,” he replied.

“Then, the sauce is too sweet,” I said, focusing my attention to the sauce. “You need more heat and the sauce needs to be more savory, less like a barbeque.”

Uncle Jimmy nodded and pulled out another pan. He began throwing ingredients into it, muttering to himself. I snickered, enjoying the remaining meat on the plate.

I’d been staying with my uncle since Edward was out of town and had been for the past week. I was fine with staying at the house on my own, but Edward wanted me to either stay with his parents or with my uncle because Jake, Felix, Liam and the rest of the guys needed to go with him. Seth was staying back since he and Claire had several appointments they couldn’t miss.

Alice was staying with Peter and Charlotte in Carlisle and Esme’s home. Carlisle was with Edward, doing whatever Mobwardy thing they needed to accomplish. It was a big deal. Most of the family was needed and they flew to Italy. My husband checked with me when he woke up and before he went to  sleep every day, but I missed him. I slept like shit without my husband. Charlie was persnickety, anxious to see his ‘dada’. Though, his vocabulary had expanded in the past few months.

Dada, momma, no, ball, yuck and yay are his favorite words.

He also picked up his father’s potty mouth.

Charlie was sitting in his highchair, enjoying some apples with Nonna Esme and he blurted out ‘fuck’, giggling happily. I blushed furiously, gaping at my child. Esme stared at him in shock, but gave me an understanding smile. I’d been pretty good at curtailing my cursing, but it appeared that Edward had not. With Edward as Charlie’s father, it was a foregone conclusion that inappropriate language would be a possibility. Also, trying to reason with a baby was insane. It’s like arguing quantum physics with him.

No, Charlie, you can’t use the word ‘fuck.’ It’s not good for babies to use.

Mommy and Daddy did a lot of fucking to create you …

What?

I reamed out Edward when he got home from work that night and have implemented a very pricy swear jar. I think I raised nearly $10,000 in the first week, alone. The worse the cuss word, the more expensive it was for the jar with the f-bomb being a whopping $1,000.

My Mobward needed to learn that cussing is not good around a growing child, who was essentially a sponge.

Jimmy and Sue's home

Half bath

Dining Room

Master Bath

Family Room

Living Room

Kitchen

Leah's bedroom

Jimmy and Sue's bedroom

Guest bedroom


Monday, September 30, 2019

Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Update

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Sitting in the sleek, modern kitchen of Uncle Jimmy’s restaurant, I sipped some coffee. Sue was in the office, feeding Charlie so I could get some time to talk to my uncle. It had been a couple of weeks since the opening of the restaurant, a month after the christening and he was so busy, making it difficult to connect with him. Inside of that month, the popularity of the Blue Swan exploded. He changed the hours to include lunch service, but closing on Sunday for inventory and deep cleaning of the kitchen.

Uncle Jimmy demanded I come in so I could help him test out some new recipes, daily specials. I eagerly agreed and had Jake drive me and Charlie to the restaurant. “So, I heard from Victoria,” Jimmy said, sautéing some onions.

“There’s a blast from the past,” I snorted, nibbling on some cookies. “What did that slacker want? Did she want to reconcile? Apologize for being a heinous bitch?”

“She read about the Blue Swan and she had the gall to ask for a job,” Jimmy retorted.

“What did you say?” I asked, arching a brow.

“I met with her,” he said, giving me an evil grin.

“What did you do?” I laughed. “Did you torture her?”

“Psssh, no,” Jimmy snickered. “I just wanted to see how much she’d declined. She’s in her early forties and she looks like a woman in her sixties, at least in the face. She’s lost a lot of weight and she … the past two years have not been kind. She looked like she was or is a heavy drug user. Makes me look at what I have now with Sue and I’m grateful for that.” He put some chopped mushrooms into the sauté pan, flicking them with a spatula. “I’m thinking about asking Sue to marry me.”

“What?” I breathed. “You were with Vicky forever and you never even considered it.”

“That’s because, in my mind, I knew she was fucked up,” Jimmy said, adding a few pats of butter to the pan. “She was a user, in more ways than two.” He turned down the heat and looked up at me. “I saw how she treated you and how little she worked. I’m sorry about that, Bells.”

I waved him off. “We both know that Vicky was lazy. Besides, her laziness was my gain. I made more in tips than she ever did.” Leaning forward, I smirked. “So, when are you planning on popping the question?”

“Don’t laugh, but on Valentine’s Day,” he blushed. “I know it’s clichéd, but I love Sue and I adore her children. Seth is a good man and Leah … she’s such a sweet girl.”

“She is,” I grinned. “She loves you so much.” I blinked over my shoulder, ensuring that Sue wasn’t hovering. “Do you have a ring? And what are you planning to do for the wedding? A big to-do?”

“I need to ask her first,” he laughed. “But, I do have a ring. I bought it when I was going Christmas shopping, a total impulse buy. She never expected to find another man in her life, nor did I think I’d find her either. I just know that I want to share my life with Sue. Well, what’s left of it.”

“You’ll live to be a hundred,” I quipped. “Don’t be negative, James Swan!”

“I’m older than Sue. Not by much, but I’m older. With my accident and the residual issues from it … I’m afraid that I may not last as long …” he trailed off, shrugging. I hopped up off my stool and threw my arms around his waist. I don’t know why, but I started crying. I’d already lost my dad. My mom was not in my life. I couldn’t lose the last connection to my family. “Bells, hey … don’t cry baby girl.”

“I can’t lose you. Not yet, Uncle Jimmy,” I sniffled, tightening my hold on him.

He cupped my head, leaning his cheek against the crown of my hair. He held me tightly and swayed us gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Bells. I’m too ornery to die. Hell, I got blown up and I bounced back.” He squeezed me before taking a step back before guiding my chin up. “I buried my brother and that shattered my soul, even more than burying your grandparents. I loved him and he was my hero. Now, I see so much of him in you, Bells. I love you and I’m so proud to be your uncle and surrogate father.”

“I love you, Uncle Jimmy,” I whispered, kissing his cheek.







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