For the Famiglia: Intertwined fate

I could hear her in the hall moaning and groaning as I lay in bed. It was late into the night and god only knows where she had been, frankly, I didn't want to know, I didn't want to know anymore “Marco” she called every fibre of my being wanted to leave her there in the hallway to pass out on the floor it wouldn't be the first time but my child resided in her stomach despite my resentment for the woman my child was more important “Marco” she moaned out again. I didn't want to face her any doubt she was a mess and I wasn't surprised when I left my room to find her crawling across the white tiles the fur coat she only just brought and no doubt cost me a pretty penny was dirty and stained a hefty dry cleaning bill I already see ahead for me. A puddle of vomit was not far behind her I could already see how much she had to drink from the liquid of it spreading across the floor and into the grout of the tiles, if I wasn't used to unsightly scenes my stomach would have undoubtedly turned. “For f**k sake Dominica” I sighed at her pathetic figure and stepped closer. “Marco” she groaned slumping back onto the wall I watched her filthy vomit-covered figures run across the white paint marking the clean lines of the wall. “You’re pregnant, you are f*****g pregnant what are you doing?” I couldn't help but lecture it would always fall on deaf ears however she never learned or listened. “Can you do anything but complain” she snapped her blue eyes glaring at me under the smeared dark makeup “I need your help.” “If you didn't do this you wouldn't need my help” shaking my head I stepped closer stretching out my hand to help her up “come on Dominica get up.” “Don't stand there and judge me” she sneered “like your any better than me with your f*****g dealings, Marco!” I just sighed brushing back my dark hair “get up Dominica” getting closer my fingers barely touched her forearm. “Don't f*****g touch me!” she screamed leaning closer was a mistake as soon as I was close enough to her she whipped her hand across smacking me across the face. The sting was dismissable however the rings that dawned on her fingers were what left it to ache. Sighing again “fine, I’m going to bed” turning away but I didn't even get a step when she clutched onto my leg like a needy child. “No don't leave me” she wept at my feet. “f**k” I muttered. Turning back to her I leaned down and picked her up into my arms. Dominica wasn't a large woman even with her pregnant stomach she wasn't overly heavy. Carrying her along the hallway her arms wrapped around my neck and I wondered if she would just hold herself there or try to strangle me thankfully when I got to the bedroom she was already asleep before I even put her to bed and slipped off her high-heeled shoes. Staring at my wife made me angry at her and at my father for pushing me into this I never was one for the idea of marriage I knew it had to happen one day but I always thought it would be amicable, we would be polite and live our lives separately but At least close enough to have a family. All I could hope for was for her stay at rehab to go well, to get through this pregnancy without losing our child and we could grasp at some semblance of normalcy before we ended up killing one another. As usual, when she dragged herself in like this I was on the phone with our family doctor to come to check on her and the baby. Tomorrow she would be off to rehab and I would at least be drama free for the next three months.