I Came Home Early and Was Shocked to Find My Husband Performing His Spanish Tradition on Our 6-Month-Old – I Went Pale

I Came Home Early & Went Pale When I Saw My Husband Performing His Spanish Tradition over Our 6-Month-Old Baby

Tess loses it when she sees her husband, disguised as a scary figure, jumping over their six-month-old child in a horrifying incident. How in the world could Javier be doing this? Why would he act in this way behind her back?

It was not meant for me to be home yet.

I stood transfixed in the doorway, my keys still hanging from my hand, and that thought kept going through my head. After spending time with my sister, who was due any minute, I returned early.

“Go home, Tess,” she murmured while massaging her protruding belly. “Javier and Dante depend on you. All I can do is wait impatiently for my little baby to arrive.”

“Are you sure, Kayla?” Making her a smoothie, I asked. “I can relate to how I felt when Dante was almost ready to be born. Despite having everyone around me, I felt alone. It felt like they were more concerned with the infant than with me.

She admitted, “I know.” “But I assure you, I’m fine. Return home, and you’ll be the first to know when your niece is born!”

And in doing so, I arrived home early. Maybe I should simply stay in our small bubble, have a calm evening with our six-month-old kid Dante, and surprise my husband Javier.

However, right now?

I was breathing heavily now, staring at the spectacle before me.

My spouse appeared in front of me, completely clothed in a crazy devil costume. I am referring to the entire ensemble, including the horns, red cape, and other accessories.

And my child? Ignorant of the chaos surrounding him, my darling son lay on the floor on top of a mattress. I glanced back and forth between them, attempting to interpret what I was seeing.

No, it wasn’t Halloween. It was not at all like October.

My mind was not keeping up with the reality that I was seeing.

My hubby leaped at that.

He leaped our infant over.

A tiny, choked sound leaked out of my throat.

What on earth was happening?

I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming. Perhaps I was still too tired from Kayla’s visit. But no, this could not be made up even by tiredness.

It was authentic. Too true.

“Are you insane?!” I cried out, my voice high-pitched and tremulous. “What the hell are you doing, Javier?”

Before my mind could even process what I was saying, it all came out at once. My legs felt like they would collapse, and my heart was thumping loudly in my ears.

Despite his family’s objections to the cultural differences between us, my husband—the man I married—had simply jumped over our child as if it were an odd athletic event.

Mid-leap, Javier froze and staggered upon landing. The cape fluttered uncomfortably as he turned to face me, almost tripping over it.

That silly devil mask was still on him.

His mother was standing off to the side behind him, taking a calm video of the entire thing with her phone.

As though this were simply an average workday.

She appeared… pleased.

How absurd is that?

“Hold on! It is not what appears to be.” My spouse exclaimed, pulling off the mask. “Let me explain!”

“Explain?” I cried out. “Is there any way to explain this? You’re jumping over our kid in our living room while costumed like the devil! “Javier, what on earth is happening?”

He shouted, “It’s not dangerous,” as though that was the most appropriate thing to say. He held up his hands as though attempting to calm a rogue animal. “It’s not anything dangerous, Tess, I swear.”

I retreated a step.

Javier, you’re tripping over our kid. What if you leaped on him and missed? How are you unable to recognize the danger in this?”

Javier winced and glanced back at our son, who remained asleep on his tummy-time mattress, oblivious to the commotion all around him.

“Tess, it’s customary,” he remarked. It originates from our Spanish village. It’s known as El Colacho custom. It’s carried out annually. Additionally, it’s meant to ward off ill luck and ward off evil spirits for babies.”

“El Colacho?” I said again, my tone heavy with incredulity. “You’re telling me that you’re dressed like the devil, jumping over our son because of some village superstition?”

His mother Lucia said, “It’s not just a superstition, Tess,” while continuing to hold up her phone and record everything.

included my response.

She seemed perplexed as to why I wasn’t delighted about this, as evidenced by the little smile on her face.

“My sweetheart, it’s a really old tradition. The baby has good luck with this. It’s meant to permanently prohibit evil from approaching him. Babies are particularly sensitive to energy and spirits. The wicked ones are kept at bay by this custom.”

I looked at Javier, then at my mother-in-law.

“It doesn’t matter if it originates from the moon or beneath the sea. Why didn’t you inform me that this was what you intended to do? Don’t you think his mother should have known if it was that important?

Javier sidestepped my gaze and scratched the back of his neck.

“I didn’t think you’d understand…”

“Of course I don’t understand!” My rage was building up to a boiling point. “You’re leaping over our child as if he were a barrier! I didn’t know if you were going to harm him or anything worse, in my opinion.”

Javier softly murmured, “I wasn’t going to hurt him, Tess,” as he stepped back toward me. How on earth did you think that? Never would I injure Dante. It’s simply what we do. My family has been doing this for generations. How could we overlook it? Particularly considering that Dante is the family’s first-born grandchild.”

“But why not tell me?” I said it again.

I felt duped and caught off guard by everything.

“Javier, I’m entitled to know what’s going on with our child! I should have known, you should have. You need to have ready me.”

His face was flushed with remorse, and his shoulders dropped.

It was intended for you to return home at a later time. I was going to give you an explanation then.”

Afterwards? What comes next? when I enter and witness you tumbling over our child like a crazy man?”

“I had no idea it would proceed in this manner. I apologize,” he flinched.

“And what if I desired to participate in it? We could have done it as a family, and you and Lucia could have given me a proper explanation.”

“I apologize,” he stated firmly.

The picture of him, decked up like the devil, soaring over our infant with his mother watching couldn’t leave my mind.

“What if there had been a problem? What if you had fallen?”

He exclaimed, “I wouldn’t have!” “I’m cautious, Tess. I swear to you. This is meant to be beneficial rather than harmful.

“I don’t care about your stupid good luck,” I said. “How about me? Didn’t you think I ought to know?

He cast a low, self-conscious glance.

“I didn’t think you’d react like this.”

I forcefully gulped.

“I appreciate the fact that you are from a different culture. I realize that. But I have to have a say in these decisions for our child. This isn’t something you can just throw at me. as you’re working on it.”

“You’re right,” he acknowledged. “I’m sorry.”

With a sigh, I took a seat at the edge of the bed. Although my wrath persisted, I sensed something different underlying it. A deep-seated guilt.

I might have overreacted. Perhaps I ought to have questioned more before losing my mind. But the picture of my infant lying there, watching as Javier leaped over him, would not go away.

“You ought to have informed me,” I sighed, massaging my temples. “Please, give me the baby.”

Saying, “I know,” he moved in closer to take Dante with him. “And I’ll never keep something like this from you again.”

Lucia abruptly declared, “I’m going home,” as she tucked her phone away. “Tess, this was a nice thing. Avoid overreacting to it. This will keep your son safe.”

Silently, she left the room and released herself.

For an extended period, nobody of us exchanged words. All I did was cling to Dante and try to figure out what I was supposed to feel.

It seemed too quiet in the room. Too stressful.

“No shocks the next time. I must be informed on the state of our family. Particularly with customs that I am unfamiliar with.”

He vowed to stop giving surprises in the future. “Come on, we had paella for supper with Mom. During supper, I was going to tell you everything.”

After we got downstairs, Javier organized the food while I sat at the table.

Would you care to find out more about them? The customs, that is.” Javier brought over a dish for me and inquired.

“Perhaps,” I said. “But no more jumping over our son, okay?”

He sighed and chuckled quietly.

See, I get that it’s important to preserve cultural customs within the family, but perhaps I should be more accepting of everything. I clung firmly to my son. I found this encounter to be a little too much.

How would you have responded in that situation?