Chapter Twenty-four

Timothy

Timothy saw her standing in the entrance and his heart began to try to escape from his chest and embrace her. She was simply beautiful in her wedding dress. She was without doubt the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and at that moment he was sure, that he chose the best person to be his wife.

Even if it was all a sham.

His parents had freaked out when they found out that she was pregnant by another man, for him, that was not relevant: even knowing that their union was nothing more than a means to an end, he did not feel uncomfortable because Melody was carrying another man’s child in her womb, the fruit of another relationship.

Jealous? Of course, he was. But after she confessed to him that she had never felt that way with anyone. He couldn’t blame her, he himself had been surprised when they made love, it was new, different, transcendental, and magical. He had no idea that he was so in tune with Melody, until that moment.

“You must be crazy!” his mother yelled at him that same night they came home from dinner at his parents’ house.

“Mom, please don’t overreact,” he grabbed the bridge of his nose and wanted to disappear as long as he didn’t talk to his mother that night.

“She’s pregnant! Pregnant!”

“I know mom, you’re not talking about a stranger. I know her. I...” saying anything else was still complicated for him. But he made love to Melody, it stirred something inside him, something in his heart, and he wasn’t yet capable of interpreting it.

“She’s a pregnant woman with another man’s child. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish with this Timothy, I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“Me? Am I getting at something? Mother!” once again he was raising his voice at his mother again. “I resent you talking that way about her. She’s not damaged by being pregnant.”

“I’m not saying that son,” she lowered the intensity with which she spoke to him a little, “I just don’t understand what the hell you’re looking for. This is not what your father and I want for you. You don’t understand what goes with marrying a woman who carries someone else’s child in her womb.”

He hadn’t thought about it, maybe he had, but he didn’t want to give it any second thought. To do so would mean, that he intended to be in the future with Melody, that he intended to bond with her and her child, that he would actually watch over her and be there.

Which was precisely what he promised her.

“Let’s not talk about the future, it’s still many months before the baby is born,” he also couldn’t tell them that the wedding was a complete sham.

They wouldn’t accept her son faking a marriage.

Giving Melody whatever she wanted was easier than eating a red apple at Christmas.

For her he would do anything, and after a month of living with her, of seeing her smile every day, even though her parents and her sister were not part of her life as she was used to, Melody was still looking for a way to smile at the world, at life, to be happy with her son and with what she had at that moment.

That’s why when he saw her looking at veterinary brochures, he thought of helping her to start her own, even if she didn’t graduate, she could start with the premises and then, without hurry, prepare it and get it ready to receive all kinds of clients.

That would help her for a long time, give her a job where she could spend all her time with her son and a better quality of life.

“Timothy,” Hamlet tapped him on the shoulder, causing his thoughts to focus on the now “What’s going on? Something’s going on with your fiancée,” his cousin prompted, looking toward Melody.

He watched her exchange a couple of words with her father, she looked at the chapel, but didn’t see him, it frightened him for a moment.

Then he watched as she turned around and walked out again.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, even what his instincts were screaming, shouting at high pitched voices.

She was getting cold feet.

She was leaving.

next to his father in the front row of chairs, stood up to face the door, as did all

he had with his mother, they would not show up. Instead,

to play,

were there, people who only came to see what the mysterious woman he was going to marry looked

he never touched her or

of exercise, as long as he did not arrive at the penthouse and see her there, with her t-shirts without bra, with her loose hair reaching her waist, moving to the rhythm of the music she played

He really wanted her.

woman. But he respected her position. To become more involved, to make love again, would be to dig his own grave, and what he least wanted, was for her to believe that he was taking advantage of her hospitality, that he wanted to cash in with her body, or that he simply

months. That was all the marriage was going to

make sure she had a house of her own, money in the bank to support herself and

as she opened the door of the limousine, she

away

he listened as Melody called out to his driver. It

door where

you doing?” there was

heart wanted to scream out a million questions, they

she told him without looking at him, though he, despite her turning her face away, could see her

mia piccola farfalla. che dici?” he didn’t understand. Fear? That would be normal, she had gone through many disappointments in the last few months, starting with an unwanted

him, on several occasions. She slapped Devina when she thought Devina was setting her up. She defied her entire family by leaving with him, by choosing to leave home and have

things, but she was

you saying that? You can’t

she was broken, he could tell it in her

of the famous writer Gabriel García Márquez,

agreed to

and causing her to

couldn’t blame her for wanting to forget everything and go. Even he, with all the money and comforts he had at times wanted to just disappear

day, that

going crazy!” he looked up at the chapel, certainly reporters were scattered

so focused on

handle and slammed the limo shut. Then he

of Hamlet, who always had worried about him, even when he didn’t even want

was something to watch

on Melody, who was wringing her

with the same light that her smile cast. When she

to marry?” he didn’t want to rush her, he couldn’t. Melody was the kind of person,

her eyes, just as he imagined, were full of tears to be shed, and others furrowing her

just can’t. I saw myself

do you say Melody? Where do you want to

care if I lose all the benefits I was going to have with you, I don’t care if I

wedding to Melody. Not like this. Not stuffed inside a limo, arguing about whether it was right to get married or

said wiping away tears,

My mother is there, in the chapel.

wore his suit handkerchief in his pocket

there was only a terrible fear that made him

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