"Yeah, okay how about this, let's go watch a movie at the cinema tonight, to get our minds off, all the stress." I stated.
"Okay, babe." She replied.
Nighttime:
Cassandra and I both went to a cinema, we watched a movie for about 2 hours after we were done, we walked out of the cinema together, as we were walking,
"How do you feel babe?" I inquired.
"I feel good babe, the movie got my mind off the whole moving situation." She responded.
"I know right, I am just glad you are less stressed out." I said.
We got to where I parked my car and got in, I started the car and drove off, after a couple of hours later, we arrived at home, as we got there, I parked the car in the garage. We both got out of the car and walked into the house, as we got into the house, we both went into our bedroom and laid down,
"Hey babe, have you asked your mom about our son?" Cassandra asked.
"No babe, I haven't, let me quickly call her." I responded.
I brought out my phone and called her
ON THE PHONE:
"Hey mom, how are you doing?" I said.
"I am doing fine son, and you?" She replied.
"Great mom." I muttered.
"How is the arrangement going, are you guys done with the decorations?" She inquired.
"No, we are almost done though." I answered.
"Okay." She muttered.
"How is Alberto mom?" I asked.
"He is doing great, I think he is asleep." She replied.
"Okay mom, thanks." I said.
"Your welcome son." She replied.
"Alright good night mom, take care of yourself." I said.
"Yeah, good night." She replied.
I hunged up the call, and dropped the phone on the bed,
Cassandra looked at me,
"What did she say, how is Alberto?" She inquired.
"She said, he has gone to sleep." I responded.
"Alright, babe." She replied.
Cassandra stood up from the bed and headed into the bathroom, after a couple of minutes later, she walked back into the bedroom, scuttled over to the wardrobe, and took out a nightgown and put it on, I also went and took a shower and came back into the bedroom and took out a robe and put on and we both went to sleep.
Two weeks later.
It was a bright morning in Brooklyn, I was sitting down on the couch at the trap house, Gustavo had gone upstairs, Big Mike walked into the house,
"Yo! What's good Homie." Big Mike said, as he shook my hand and sat down on the couch beside me.
"I am doing good." I replied.
"When did you come back to work?" Big Mike, asked as he turned his head to look at me.
"I resumed today, I am done getting my new crib ready, and I decided to join you guys today." I answered.
"That's cool." He muttered.
"Hope I didn't miss out on much?" I asked.
"No, you didn't." He responded