The Promise
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He took her hand, guided her to the back door, and she started talking.
“You should have told me, though. I could have invited Asheeka and Jamie and some folks from my old work and tried to get Cat to give up whatever grudge she’s holdin’. A grudge, no matter how deep, is no match for a Bianchi pie.” He’d shoved open the door and pulled her in when her eyes came to him and she said hurriedly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound like I wanted a bunch of people around. You want this to be a couple thing, I don’t get enough of you, so I’m way down with that. You, me, your pie, and your pizzeria.” She leaned into him and finished on a bright, happy smile, “Perfect.”
It was going to perfect all right.
“Glad you’re down with that, honey.”
“Totally,” she assured him, squeezing his hand.
He moved her through the bustling kitchen, giving nods to his kids as they went.
Then he moved her through the short hall that led to the dining room.
Finally, he moved her into the dining room.
When they hit it, he knew the kid he gave the order to keep an eye out for them and spread the word when they showed didn’t f**k it up, because the minute he cleared the hall and pulled Frankie to his side, a cacophony of streamer poppers sounded, bits flying through the air, along with shouts of, “Surprise!”
That was when Ben saw that his ma had also done her job.
To one side, there was a table set up with a massive cake on it that had white frosting and a shitload of pink and purple frosting flowers that said Happy Birthday, Frankie, presents placed all around it. They’d closed the restaurant for the night so the floor had been arranged so there were two long, rectangular tables with red-and-white-checkered tablecloths taking up the space. Each table had several huge bouquets of balloons floating up from them down their lengths and big bouquets of flowers in the middle.
His eyes went through the smiling crowd and he saw Asheeka there with her date. Frankie’s friend Jamie was there with her boyfriend. Manny was there with Sela. His ma and pop obviously were there. Asheeka had gotten the word out to Frankie’s friends from her old work, including her ex-boss, and they were all there. As were Frankie’s best friends from high school, and old lady Zambino and her bowling posse.
Last, he was surprised to note, Cat was there, looking anywhere but at Benny or Frankie, and her husband, Art, was standing beside her.
“Hello, girl, you alive in there?” Asheeka called, and when she did, it hit Benny that Frankie stood unmoving at his side.
He looked down at her and saw her staring at the crowd, face set firm to stunned.
“Babe,” he said, pulling her by her hand his way, and her head tipped back to look at him.
That was when his chest warmed, because her face was still set to stunned, but her gaze was filled with so much wonder and tenderness, seeing that look in her crazy-beautiful eyes, it was a wonder he could breathe.
“How’re you gonna top this next year, Benny Bianchi?” she asked quietly.
“I’m awesome so I’ll figure it out,” he answered.
Her eyes got bright again, but this time, no tear fell.
This was because she threw herself in his arms and laid a hot, wet one on him.
They went at it to catcalls, shouts of encouragement, offers to get them a room, and his mother yelling, “Thank God Father Frances couldn’t make it!” before he broke it off and said softly, “Gotta start makin’ pies, baby.”
She held his eyes and held on to him tight when she replied, “All right, Benny.”
He winked at her, gave her a squeeze, and turned her from his arms and toward her crew.
When he did, she threw her arms straight in the air and shouted, “Birthdays rock!”
Two seconds later, she was engulfed by friends and family.
Benny watched it, grinning.
Then he went into the kitchen to start making pies.
* * * * *
“Oh my God!” Frankie yelled. “I love these!”
Benny, sitting beside Frankie, where she was at the head of the table, figured she did love the present she just opened, seeing as she instantly yanked off the bracelets she had on and shoved on the bracelets whoever just gave her.
She jiggled them in his face. “Aren’t they gorgeous, honey?” she asked.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered, smiling at her and not looking at the bracelets at all.
She gave him a look, dropped her hand, leaned into him, and hissed, “Don’t be sweet.”
He looked down the length of the table that was filled with empty cake plates, wrapping paper, used streamers and confetti from the second (and third) round of streamer poppers, and people who loved Francesca Concetti.
Then he looked back at her and asked, “Seriously?”
“If you’re in the mood to be sweet…er,” she went on, “maybe you can get one of the kids to bring out more Chianti. I’m dry.”
“I’ll go to the bar,” he murmured, but she caught his wrist as he made a move.
“I’m not done with presents, you can’t leave. If you do, whose face am I gonna jiggle bracelets in and who am I gonna force to smell my candles?”
Benny got off on seeing his baby happy.
He did not get off on having jewelry jiggled in his face or courting a headache because he had to sniff another candle.
He looked across the table at Art and said, “Art’ll stand in.”
“Great,” Art muttered, eyes rolling to the ceiling.
Benny ignored him, got out of his seat, bent to Frankie, and said in her ear, “Wine for my woman.”
He pulled back, she gave him a big smile, and he went to the bar to tell the bartender to set the tables up with more wine.
He was heading back when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Asheeka was there, so he stopped.
“Yo, babe,” he greeted.
“Hey, Benny,” she replied, coming to a stop next to him. “Great pizza, as usual.”
“We kinda got practice at that here.”
She nodded her head, her lips curved up.
“Ohmigod! I love this lotion! It’s the best evah!” Frankie shrieked, and Ben and Asheeka looked her way to see she was forcing a bottle of lotion under Art’s nose.
Art’s face did not communicate he much liked the smell, but at least the guy was game and was sniffing it.
“That girl isn’t half breathin’,” Asheeka said softly, and Benny turned to look at her just as her hand caught his. “Got my gratitude, Benny.”