Cynthia

"Do you have anymore change Nicki?" I demand snappin my fingers and holding out my mitts, the pay phone was runnin out.

Nick rolled his eyes and leaned up against the phone booth door. "Cynthia! You have already talked to the kids twice this mornin, Joyce three times, hell you even called Judy and Bob in L.A; who else do you need to call? Officer Stanley?"

"What can I say." I grumble. "I am a good mother. My kids and my girls I need to look out for them."

Nicki bobs his head around and says a few inaudible things under his breath which I can clearly see because its cold outside. "You realize I can see your hot breath on the cold air lunkhead."

He rolls his eyes again and blows out an annoyed breath. "Baby can we just go, what is the point of making brunch reservations if we don't bother to show up on time."

I hang up the phone and snicker, cornering him. "Because it got you up before noon." I kiss the tip of his red nose and he chuckles.

After the wedding Nick and I agreed that it was time for us to try and be the way we were. I guess we have Bob and Judy to thank for that, seein then so happy and all, and dancin at the reception reminded us what it was like when we were at the alter. And with Judy constantly badgering me about what to do, what to wear, what to cook as a wife. Well it was easy to get caught up in the past; especially with all the Chino stuff; so after we threw Chino a goin away party, Nicki and I decide to take a kinda second honeymoon in San Fran.

"Reservation for Smith." Nicki told the host under his breath and the host, a guy in a monkey suit went in the main dinnin room. I approach my hubby with a question burnin in my eyes. "Who the F is Smith?" I ask him.

"Us." Nick replies lookin around uneasily and then rubbin the back of his neck as another family passes by to get to a table. "Please." He says to them. "No pictures, no autographs. I'm just a guy out for brunch with his wife." Of course the people walkin by stare at him like he is some kind of kook. I roll my eyes and pull him back by his elbow. "What do you think you are doin Nicki?"

"Publicity, I'm sparin us from it." He replies as another family passes by and he says it again "No pictures, no autographs." I smack myself in the forehead as they give him the look to. I grab him and make him face me. "You are not that famous! You are not Marlene Dietrich; hell you ain't even Rin Tin Tin. Knock it off." I push him as the host comes back. "Right this way." he instructs.

It was a pretty swank place on the Warf, white table cloths, candles with drippin wax not lit of course it was mornin, a chandelier that cast pentagon rainbows. Real swank! The host even pulled out our chairs.

"Something to drink?"

"OJ." I say openin the menu, waitin on Nicki to order. Finally I looked up and saw that sad puppy dog face. "Milk for him." I tell the guy and he walks away and I lean forward. "Whats wrong Nicki?" I ask.

"You said Rin Tin Tin is more popular then me."

"Rin Tin Tin IS more popular than you!" I counter cocking an eyebrow, openin the menu back up and Nicki is quiet and fidgeting.

"I bet if you yelled my name people would know." He mummers, I drop the menu again. "Do you want me to?" I question sarcastically.

"No, no I'm just sayin. I'm more popular then you think."

"Here are your drinks." The waiter guy says placin them on the table with a loaf of pumpernickel bread in a neat little basket. I take a slice and butter it. "I want to go to the toy store after we go to the edge of the bay and see that prison thing on the water…what is it called?"

"Alcatraz." Nick fills in.

"Yes Alcatraz thank you. I can't believe all the famous prisoners they have there." I then continue. "I want to do some Christmas shoppin, cause lord knows when I'll get to it back home. but no toy guns for Junior, he'll shoot his eye out."

Then out of nowhere Nicki starts making these noises and then I realize….he is singing his part of Sherry under his breath! Trying to get noticed! I drop my bread and just stare at him opened mouthed. I mean I had seen him do some ridiculous things like tryin to go through burning pellets to save the "good ones" when the fire went into the pellet box and goin to break into a church instead of seein the Blob but this was the limit.

"Nicolas Macioci!" I snap, and he jumps. "First of all you are in Beach Boy territory so singing Sherry isnt gonna do anythin but show you're a mook with a deep voice." I then get up.

"Where you goin?" Nick ask.

"The Bathroom!"

I round the corner and catch the host. Slipping a 50 into his white coat pocket. "That guy over there." I instructed motionin my eyes towards my neglected goofball back at the table. Take him a bottle of wine and say its on the house cause you saw him on American Bandstand." The guy looked at me like I was nuts. "Just do it." I ordered.

I watched as this took place and the smile on Nicki's face told me that I was a good wife!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope everyone has plans and warm food and I hope everyone is safe with family and loved ones! one of the things I am most thankful for is all the support this story has gotten if not for you guys I probably would have stopped at chapter 3, but you guys keep me going so thank you!

if you haven't seen JB the play you totally should, its literally magical!

not sure who I should do next, maybe one of the guys, open to any thouhts

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