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Still With the Long Overdue Things...

Things post-wedding had been going well. Husband and wife had no left the mansion for a few days after the wedding. By the time they were willing to visit around São Paulo, Marcelo kept their days busy. But not so busy their nights at home weren't busy either.

After sending off information to Brooke about the Symkarian group to hire as security for the New York reception, Marcelo went looking for his casual, not extremely well-tailored clothing. He needed to take Stephanie to visit his aunt. While she had been briefly at the Brazilian wedding reception to congratulate the couple, he knew she expected a visit.

The chauffeur would arrive soon to drive them to outside of the favela his aunt lived in. They would have to walk in to the slum. A standard precaution Marcelo had taken.

Now, he just needed to find his pants...

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No doubt during last night's activities. Fortunately, they hadn't been ripped off of him.

"Later." Stephanie replied with a smirk. "We don't want to keep your aunt waiting." She did turn around though and give him a kiss. "Anything else I should know before we go?"

He looked just as good dressed down, but they had other things to do this morning.

"Definitely later." He waggled his eyebrows a little. When she turned around to kiss him, he thought his dastardly plan of just walking up behind her had worked flawlessly.

He slipped his arms loosely around her waist. "I think we've covered it. She's a very proud woman. She lives in a favela by choice. She doesn't accept help from the rich, which includes me and my father. She will be sizing you up on how good a wife you'll be. And she's the last living link to my mother."

His maternal grandparents had died a few years ago. He nodded toward the front of the house. "Car will be here soon. Providing traffic doesn't get terrible."

"It's a date." She grinned at him a little saucily.

"I can get that. The pride." Stephanie nodded. She wasn't sure that she'd take it quite that far in that particular way, but there was something to be said about a woman who was proud of who she was. "Oh dear. She'll probably despise me. I don't know how much of a good wife I really am. Hopefully there won't be an exam on my housewife skills."

She was teasing, honestly, but she was also a little nervous. This was a woman that meant a lot to Marcelo. "It's Sao. I'm pretty sure the traffic's always terrible."

She kind of liked that it was crazy and fast-paced, though. It reminded her of home.

He chuckled. Not like either of them were lacking in sexual attention that they had to make a date for it. Though it was always something to look forward to.

"Well, if you suddenly turn into a wilting flower stepping into her home, she might. Just be yourself. She'll have to accept you and the choice I made in marrying you." He tightened his loose hold on her to give Stephanie a hug. "You'll be fine."

He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Very true. That's why I told the driver to show up early. We have time for traffic as we head to Paraisópolis."

"Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty?" Stephanie couldn't help replying with a faint smile. It'd been one of the songs that she'd been given on a huge mix that Kayla had compiled for her when she was sick.

"I'm not a wilting flower." Stephanie replied. Once upon a time, maybe she would've been, but that felt like a different person. She'd been through far too much real trouble in her life to be worried about meeting a person who was probably a wonderful person.

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He blinked at his wife and then chuckled again. "Different place. Not much grass and the prettiest girl there will be holding my hand."

There was a ring from the security system that the gate to the driveway was opening. "Driver's here. You ready?"

"See, I don't ignore every song I ever listen to." Stephanie replied with a smirk and then gave him another quick kiss. "You're sweet. I've seen enough of Brazil to know I've got some stiff competition here."

"I'm ready." Stephanie replied confidently.

"Just the ones I pick out, I see." He grinned. If she was allowed to tease, so was he. Her lack of... musical experience and preference was something he'd been trying to remedy for awhile. To mixed results as far as he knew.

"If we're talking about competition to make me stiff, you win. Hands down, lips soft," he said it with as straight a face as possible as they headed to the front steps to get into the car.

"Careful, Marcelo." Stephanie replied with a smirk. "Or I might end up molesting you in this car. Wouldn't make a good impression for your aunt."

Music was not something that she'd had a lot of experience with when she was younger, and it was not something she'd generally mustered a lot of enthusiasm about now. She certainly enjoyed it in the background sometimes, but she much preferred other things.

"Well, if she wasn't in the car, she wouldn't have to know. But the driver would possibly get a show he wasn't expecting. You might make him jealous." They got to the stairs just as the car stopped in front of the mansion to pick them up. Marcelo waved for the driver to stay up front as he went down to open the door for his wife.

"We wouldn't want to make the poor man jealous. That'd just be mean." Stephanie replied with a small smirk as they went down the stairs to the gate. She smiled warmly at him and stepped into the vehicle. "Though if there's a hideous traffic jam, all bets are off."

Marcelo quickly went around and got in on the other side. He settled down comfortable before the driver started off.

The Brazilian billionaire looked at Stephanie. "This may be the first time I've wished for a traffic jam. Or a driver less adept at getting around them."

Stephanie laughed. "Expect the unexpected when you're with me." She moved a little closer to him and leaned her head against his shoulder. "But it's probably for the best that we stay decent. Lots of time later for indecency."

"Some day, I'll figure out which unexpected that is." He reached for her hand and entwined his fingers with hers.

"A full lifetime, I hope. With unintentional embarrassment and horror for our children at some point. Particularly when Mommy gets loud using words she shouldn't." He grinned.

"There's nothing I want more in the world." Stephanie replied, heartfelt. "Not particularly embarrassing our children, but having children. Living a long life together. I'll bitch the whole way I'm certain, but there's no one I'd rather grow old with."

She smiled warmly and kissed his cheek. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world when I'm with you."

There was a small pang inside Marcelo at that. He still thought his life would be cut short due to being Vesper. He couldn't stop being the cowled vigilante, but it conflicted with his desire to give Stephanie something she hadn't had before: a happy life.

"Luck can come and go. But happiness, I can give you. You deserve it." He gave her hand a small squeeze as he smiled. "Also, I'm good at ignoring bitching. I can tune it out amazingly well and will get in trouble for doing so at some point, I'm sure."

There were no guarantees for either of them, there really weren't. But she didn't want to assume the worst.

"You do too." She reminded him softly, kissing his cheek again. "And yes, you probably will." She laughed. "But it's a good survival skill."

Even with the one large tragic moment, Marcelo thought his life had been happier than hers. He had parents who loved him and showed him that affection. He had large amounts of family and friends. (As Stephanie saw at the crowded reception.)

"I have you. I can't get happier than that." He paused a beat. "Even with the impending trouble I will get into for not hearing bitching."

The car ride was quicker than expected as the driver managed to avoid some of the more horrible spots of traffic. The vehicle slowed to a stop on a fairly well-to-do street.

"We'll walk in from here," Marcelo said before he gave instructions to the driver about when to be picked up.

He was probably right on that account, but at the same time, he'd brought so much happiness into her life that she could hardly complain. She couldn't help but laugh slightly at his comment, before the car stopped.

"This driver is really quite good. We should hire him and get him to drive us in New York."

Stephanie nodded. They clearly weren't in the slum yet, by the looks of it. It looked like the sort of neighborhood where middle managers and accountants lived.

"We'll have to fight Papai for him," Marcelo noted with a wry grin before he got out of the car. He quickly scooted around the back of the car to get out of traffic.

He straightened out his clothing a bit. Just to look more casual. He hadn't seen his aunt in awhile. Well, not counting her brief appearance at the reception.

"Fight, you say? Sounds easy enough." She teased slightly. She looked around a little. "So how far until we get into the favela?"

She was a little nervous, mostly about meeting her aunt. It wasn't as if she were frightened of walking in a rough part of town, they could both take care of themselves. But attracting attention in general would not be good.

"He's tougher than he looks," Marcelo warned with a small grin. It was his father. He still occasionally had a little boy's idea his father could do just about anything.

He reached over to put an arm around his wife.

"Just a couple blocks. Then a few blocks inside. This favela actually has paved streets and things. Not as bad as some of the ones on the edges of the city."

Stephanie smiled at that. It was adorable, really. She slipped an arm around his waist as well.

"Lead the way, handsome." She had to fight the urge to randomly grab his butt. Probably not the best idea to get either of them hot and bothered before they went to see his aunt.

"Any other giant no-nos I should know about with your aunt?"

As directed, he started to steer Stephanie toward the favela his aunt lived in. He had been literal in the couple blocks. They walked two and the buildings and landscape became drastically poorer.

"Nothing I can think of." He was oblivious to any butt-grabbing thoughts. "She has a small seamstress shop for the people living in the favela at the front. Her apartment is at the back. She also works doing alterations at a higher end shop somewhere around here when she needs a little extra."

Stephanie noticed the immediate and dramatic difference in the surroundings. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. She'd seen poor people before, often, at the shelter. But the scale of all this was dizzying.

"Will she judge me for my lack of sewing abilities?" Stephanie asked, smiling, trying to get her mind off of the sudden shock of walking into a slum.

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