With the arrival of all her family, Analise could finally breathe. The three men in her life, her life support were all home. Safe and sound. As Antonio wrapped his arms around her petite body she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. His lips met hers in a quick, but tender kiss. [i]You're too good to me Antonio.[/i] Ana gleamed, smiling as everyone dug into the food she had prepared most of the evening. As Antonio's whispers invaded her ear, he apologized and explained that he was gone all night because of business that he would explain to her later. She whispered back softly. [i] "Di niente. Just enjoy dinner with your family. You deserve it."[/i] With that she pushed off from him gracefully. Finding a small plate of food for herself, for what was left.

Silently she watched everyone interact, she had learned early on from her mother that as a wife you'll learn more from listening and watching then talking and doing any day. On that note Analise made a reminder to herself to send a letter and some money to her parents back home tomorrow. Putting another forkful into her painted red lips, her bright grey eyes watched Priscilla get up, taking plates with her. [i]"Don't wash them bambolina, I'll get to it later!" [/i] she called, watching the door swing open and close. 

It was only a few more bites in that she remembered the cake. Turning to address the group of people she announced, [i]"I made dessert too, and coffee. So don't go anywhere without it. Okay? Okay!" [/i] Ana gathered some more of the empty plates as she made her way to the kitchen as well. Nodding at Priscilla she smiled noticing the troubled eyes she was given in return, [i]"Why so sad sweetheart? Are you not happy Jones is home to us?"[/i] she questioned, piling dishes next to the sink as she reached into the cold oven to take out of the cake that had been sitting there since it was baked. 

The aluminum foil across it had kept it warmed for the most part, warm enough to melt the ice cream that she had promised one of the children that would accompany it. Carefully she took a knife to the torta caprese; a chocolate cake filled with almonds that required no flour to make. A cake that was a nice treat, no plates necessary. [i]"Priscilla, have I ever told you about why Jones is named Jones?"[/i] Ana started, she loved telling this story, and often got a huge laugh out of it herself when she did. The woman continued to slice the cake as she rattled off her story: 

[i]"Okay, imagine me yeah? I'm a little girl, around your age coming to America with Antonio, He couldn't keep his hands off of me. Not even long after we get off the boat, I'm-a pregnant with Jones, a big belly out to here"[/i] Ana exaggerates, her hands motioning to how large she was. [i]"You would have thought I was married to a king! Any-a-way, before I knew it I was giving birth to him. Pop! He came-a out, and the nurse turned to me,"[/i] Ana turned looking at Priscilla with a change of voice, as to imitate the nurse, [i]"What do you want to name your newborn son Mrs. Lombardi?"[/i] Ana leaned back on one leg, positioning herself comfortably as she continued, [i]"I thought to myself, I want to have a biblical name for my son, help him in the world, so I say to the nurse, I want his name to be-a Jonah!"[/i] Ana let out a laugh, [i]"But, the thing is I barely could speak English at the time, and all she heard was-a Jones!"[/i] Ana laughed, and laughed, wiping her happy tears with her finger tips. By that time she had cut the cake, and gotten the ice cream from the icebox. 

[i]"Moral of the story is, don't have children."[/i] Ana slipped in, as she returned back to the dining room with ice cream, coffee and the dessert.