The Italian's proposal

Melody sat in the back of the car, next to a pleased Timothy. Could it be the most perfect name? Maybe. He could have been named Christian and had a room for wild, forbidden sex.

She blushed just thinking about that sitting next to the most sensual man she’d ever seen in her life.

“Are you all right? You look red,” he was worried, maybe thinking something was wrong with her because of the baby.

Oh, Greek God, if he knew he got me like this. He was thinking about the baby she was carrying in her womb, about her safety and security, it was more than anyone she knew had ever done, including her parents. She found out when she was a month pregnant, she didn’t know how to tell her parents, and all the more reason she might have had, considering that they had reacted in the same way she had calculated. She knew them, she had made the right decision by delaying the news, so they had not been able to force her to terminate her pregnancy.

Twenty-two years old! She was not a girl, she was an adult, newly adult, but one, after all. She was responsible for her actions, actions she had committed under the influence of alcohol and the heat she felt between her legs for being in love for the first time. A fictitious love that had not been reciprocated. She never thought that what she had read about in the romantic novels could happen to her, so cautious, having her first boyfriend while in college and look what a disaster she had ended up in.

Just another one of the bunch. One for the collection of idiots who lost her virginity to the first idiot who paid attention to her.

It was going to be medieval torture for her to be locked in the car with him.

“I’m fine,” she said looking out the window.

“Why don’t you have health insurance if you’re pregnant? Doesn’t Doyle pay you enough? I can talk to him to get that taken care of. No woman should have to go through necessities while in a state of gestation.”

“State of gestation,” she repeated as if it were a joke.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t know what gestational state is,” he commented wryly.

“I’m not stupid. I’m in college and studying veterinary medicine.”

“I don’t think you’re an idiot. Your eyes say enough, and your intelligence shows. What I don’t understand is why you don’t have health insurance.”

He wasn’t going to let it go. Melody had tried to distract him, making fun of his correct way of speaking and expressing himself. It was obvious that they were from different worlds. He, from a refined and polished one, one where everything moved with money, and she from one where parents slammed the door in their daughters’ faces for a misguided love affair.

Melody was used to getting from college to home, those had been the rules to be able to study at a college that was relatively far from home. In the end trying to get out of her parents’ skirt and excessive care had ended in a colossal and epic disaster, as she had fallen in love and let herself be duped by the worst. Life had repaid her desire to walk away in spades. She had walked away from the stranglehold of her parents as she used to call it, but she had also walked away from her life, from her family.

She had met Richard in her second year of veterinary school, she was immediately attracted and excited, an instant had been enough to make her wish he would at least give her a look and exchange a couple of words with her, and he had. Richard had shown her more than interest, he had given her the attention she had so longed for and without realizing it, in less than a week she had fallen in love with him.

For Melody it had been a thing of fate, of life, of heaven. A man like him, charismatic, with dark eyes that guaranteed a life of adventure and eternal nights of absolute pleasure. She, who had only lived through romantic books, had finally seen what they said so much about.

That was the problem of parents raising their children absorbed in their world, in a world invented by them and managed at their whim, trying to take care of them from adversities and ailments, they hid from her that there were harmful and malicious people, people who took advantage, wolves dressed as lambs.

have no insurance, period,” she finally replied after considering giving him

had

humor. Hateful and

a petite body and even less so now that she was expecting a child. Her body was getting bigger in areas she

“Congratulations,” she growled.

“Now what for?”

thinking you

believe the situation she was in at that moment. Sitting in the car, next to a sexy Italian, with gray-green eyes, hair like a Nordic god or some angel of the

wonder if he was single, for a man like him, with his impeccable clothes, his confident way of walking and with the money and beauty he had, it was impossible that he was somehow not engaged. Surely, he had a magazine wife and two children waiting for him at home, dining in a perfect

taken it upon himself to let her know that she would never again receive a dollar to pay for

this family until you learn to make the right decisions. Like you’re an adult. Which you were already supposed to be!” That

her father’s requests and interests for

own good. That still doesn’t feel.” These were

an entity, as a baby. For

Sandra Bullock movies. The world is not pink! Life is

doesn’t love me,” she had said the first few days. Then she had realized that she had been stupid to pretend to think that Richard would come to his senses and be with her and her

her reality, the reality she had since she had left home

noticing his hard features, his eyebrows were crossed, as if something made him uncomfortable, she sniffed slyly trying to find out if hormones had played a joke on her

little bit.

she was destined to be

with glasses and a governess’s hairstyle was screaming inside

a suit, she wondered for the first time if she had offended him with her comment about not knowing her. Over the years she had developed the habit of saying at every moment whatever she felt and wanted,

say that she was nobody’s

truth. She had never been able to learn to lie. The times she had tried as a girl, she had ended up wetting her bed and her father would ask her the next day

her

kind and good, he had given her help without her asking for it, except for the twenty minutes he had spent in the coffee shop being intense for his coffee.

looking down at her

her, and for a moment Melody forgot even her name.

obvious that it even went unnoticed to him when a woman

repeated this

and he narrowed his eyes and turned slightly to the right, devoting more attention to Melody, more than she could handle. The coffee stain on his shirt was almost