“I understood her. My handsome son,” Silvia replied. “And I know what Mexican sweet bread is.”
Yoli huffed, clearly annoyed. Around my mom, she minded her mouth. We were never too old to be slapped if my mom thought you deserved it.
“Who’s this?” Mama wiggled her brows, letting me know Silvia was a looker. As if I hadn’t noticed. “Introduce me, Mijo.”
“Silvia, this is my beautiful mother, Virginia, but everyone calls her Mama Virgie.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Silvia extended her hand toward my mom. “It smells delicious in here.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet, Mija. And so pretty. Isn’t she, Jefe?” As expected, my mom was up to her matchmaking antics. She believed everyone should be in love and married, especially single bikers over the age of thirty.
“Yes, Mama.” I cut my gaze at Silvia and smiled. “She’s gorgeous.”
“Bueno, Hijo.” My mom smiled, approvingly. “So how did you two meet?”
“On Interstate 5. I had car trouble,” Silvia replied.
“That’s too bad. Did Jefe fix your car?” Mama scurried around the table to plate the conchas. “Go get more plates, Mija.” She tapped Yoli’s hip, putting her to work.
“I had it towed, Mama. What are your plans for today?” I didn’t want her to ask too many questions. I hadn’t decided if I would tell her what really happened to my dad. Quino was right about thinking it over. The last thing I wanted to do was to destroy my mother after seventeen years. It’d be better to just leave it alone.
“Not much. I’ll help at the taqueria and maybe see if Cactus needs anything at the bar.” Mama turned toward Silvia. “Have you been to Tequila’s Taqueria and the Cocky Cactus?” Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“No, I haven’t.”
“I’ll take you!” Mama clapped her hands. “You’ll love it. Best comida in town!”
Crap, the train left the station, and Mama was picking up speed. There may not be a way to stop her other than telling her about my dad. And the more I saw her happy face, I didn’t want to dig up the past.
“Actually, I’m not feeling well.” Silvia placed her hands on her stomach.
“She’s pregnant!” Mama shouted and looked at me with a hopeful glint in her eyes. It was her dream to have a grandchild. She nagged me all the time about settling down and giving her a grandbaby.
“Oh, no. I’m not pregnant. We just met a couple of days ago,” Silvia replied quickly.
“Yeah, Mama Virgie.” Yoli seethed on the other side of the table. “They just met.”
“If you had sex, there could be a baby.” She took Silvia’s hand. “I always tell Jefe; abstinence is the only guarantee. Let me put you to bed so you can rest, Mija. I’ll make arroz con pollo. It heals everything.”
“Okay.” Silvia looked over her shoulder at me as my mom led her out.
“I sure hope your room is tidy, Jefe. If there’s evidence that you had sex, she’s going to start planning a baby shower tomorrow.” Yoli sat at the table and started eating a concha.
“Don’t be stupid. She knows I have sex.” But she also knew the club girls were on birth control and that I wrapped up my dick.
Why would she think it was different with Silvia?
Because it had been.
But now was not the time to figure that shit out. I needed to remember what my room looked like when I left it. None of thesweet butts had gone in it to clean. The bed would be a mess. It might smell like sex. Dammit, the water was probably still on the floor after our bath.
I rushed out of the dining room to catch up with them. Yoli called out,puppy boy.
Yeah, I heard her loud and clear. She was such a bitch. But I wouldn’t waste my energy on her. Silvia might need my help with Mama.
“I’m sure a nap is all I need.” Silvia faked a yawn. “I was hoping to get a tattoo later.”
“Why do you want to mark up your body, Mija? Your skin is so pretty.” Mama zeroed in on the hickey and turned back to glare at me. “Do you have to be so obvious? You could hide these, you know.”