"Babe, listen to me-" I try to calm things down.

"I'm not going to name my daughter after any of your relatives! This has to be a decision between us, and I don't want that stupid tradition to overrule my happiness." You say, crossing your arms, and I can't stop thinking about how adorable you look.

We've been married for two years, and six months ago we found out we were finally going to be parents. We're very happy, our whole family is, but now there's one topic you don't like at all. My family's traditions.

For years, ever since my great-great-grandfather found a place in the mafia world, children have always been named after a relative. I have the same name as my grandfather, Harold Edward. My sister's name is Gemma, like our great-grandmother. And now my parents are pressuring me to finally choose a name for our daughter. But you're absolutely against it. You want to name her one of the three names you've chosen; none of them are from my family, obviously.

And obviously I'll always agree with you, you're the woman I love and the one I've chosen to spend the rest of my life with, but breaking a Mafia tradition... it's a complicated thing.