Infatuation Of Darkness

Angelo had always refrained from showing whatever he felt, no matter how sudden or grim the situation was he was trained to never show it.

But when his wife out of nowhere came up with such an absurd intention he couldn't help but blank back in shock and shutter out a word, "What?"

She laughed a bit before continuing, "I said I wanted to have a baby." She repeater in a firm voice and her body language indicated but she was not nervous nor lying about this intention.

He turned around and looked to the sealing blinking back once again. "Do you know what you're saying? Wh-what who did you meet today? Did you stop somewhere to eat something?"

"No!" She protested. "I am completely fine." She assured him. "The thing is, next month is our first anniversary and I was thinking of taking one step forward and a baby seemed like something we both could.."

He sighed, "could what, use? Play with? Or talk too?" He mocked. "I would have considered and taken any of the decision but when you do not even know what we could do with the baby- it baffles me how you could think of it." He sharply replied.

She tinted to look away for a second but continued. "it's not that I don't know what we do with a baby I think that it's time for us to have one." She presented. "I want someone else, I could take care of that I could nurture. I don't want to a fluffy baby or something! I want an actual child, my baby." She forced.

He sighed and tiredly ran his hand across his face, "well that does not convince me either."

"But-"

He rose a finger, silencing her. "it's not that I don't trust you to be a good mother but I see you at the moment you can't be. You have gone through way too much and somehow that will be reflected upon on how you raise the child."

A feeling rose in her chest. The idea of a baby was slipping away and she had to do whatever she could to grasp it. "But we could have a baby a-and Isabel could be there. She has the experience and I am sure that she could help us with it."

"Help us with what? And why her?" He immediately objected.

She threw a look, "she raised you and your brother I think no one else has more experience than her." And then pointed out. "Ashu what you said yes I am I try to force a few things on the child that was wrong with that what can I do about it? We are fucked up!"

"Everyone is!" He confirmed. "Everyone is messed up in the head no one in this world is a pure whitewashed person from the inside as well. The world has portrayed ambitiousness is something that destroys thing whereas it isn't it. Ambitiousness is what keeps us going, what thrives us." He got from the bed and paced around. "There is nothing wrong with us but with you."

"Me?" She pointed to herself as she got from the bed as well. "If you would be so kind to tell me how." She folded her arms across her chest and waited for him to explain.

"Oh well," he scratched his nose, "if you must hear it, do you saying I don't know what kind of ambitious person you are? the highest-paid secretary in the country the most competitive student in the class? it does not even take one more than a moment to know that you are one competitive and ambitious woman. But you are like everything else are afraid to admit it."

She threw her hands up. "I am not afraid to admit anything!" She immediately said in her defence.

He laughed. "On the contrary, you are. You are afraid to admit almost everything out loud. You cannot agree that you are ambitious, that you want to be more independent and that you like power. And the fact is like every singer shown in the world, ambitiousness and willingness to gain more social status and thrive in the society, such qualities for only shown in the villains. What women expect out there is that there would be one Prince charming that would come with a broken shoe to them, asking who is the light of my life that I might have seen last night but I know nothing about."

"It's a single shoe, not a broken shoe." She meekly corrected.

"Fuck it!" He yelled back making her jump a bit.

She quietened down for a second and sat down on the bed, thinking about what was said. "Everything is not about power. You make me the queen of the country or the president I won't know what to do. in the earlier days, you talked about me handling your legal businesses that how am I supposed to do that? You trust nobody, you don't even trust me." She looked at him tears in her eyes, "you don't even trust me enough to handle a baby with the help of a nanny or two then how can you expect me to take care of every legitimate business that you have."

With his eyes closed and Angelo looked down as well. He had no good answer for that. "I am sorry," he started. "And I cannot make you understand it. but in this line of business, I can not trust anyone. This line puts sister against sister, father against son and brother against brother. Yes, we keep family close but not so close to as in anyone could poke their noses in the business anytime they want. I was born in a family of crime there I could be arrested and put in jail even if they get a little information against me and I will tell you this I have no desire to die or to go to jail." He came to stand next to her but bend down instead, "I want to trust you and I wanted to trust you with all my heart. but with you changing your mind now and then how am I supposed to trust you not keep you in my palm so that I don't go to jail.." He cupped his cheek, "I have never said this before this is a first for me, I am begging you to consider my position here as well."