The Italian's proposal

Chapter Thirty

Melody

Melody decided to put on some clothes and got dressed in a hurry. She put on a dress that came down a little past her ankles, flowered and strappy, threw on a coat over it and slipped on a pair of heelless sandals. Timothy had taken it upon himself to warn her about all the harm that wearing high shoes while pregnant could cause. He cared about her much more than anyone else. He aside from having his father’s illness on his shoulders, locating any kind of medical answers, surgeries, or treatments, he took the time to look out for her, her health and her child’s. He was the best man she could have in her life.

She began to feel her heart racing a little, she didn’t want to see Richard, she didn’t even know why he was there. It had been almost four months since she saw him, she remembered the day perfectly, when he said to get rid of her baby.

She began to feel her heart racing a little, she didn’t want to see Richard, she didn’t even know why he was there. It had been almost four months since she had last seen him, she remembered the day perfectly, when he said to get rid of her baby, to him, he was more than a burden.

She was going to comply with going to see him because she owed him nothing. She didn’t owe anything to anyone.

The only one she would be eternally grateful to would be Timothy.

“Ready?”

Though he was angry for some reason she couldn’t quite figure it out, she hadn’t given him any reason to doubt her love for him. She spared herself the questions and simply answered him by nodding her head.

He stared at her for a moment, he didn’t even notice her and perhaps he did notice that she was looking at him, he ignored her completely. Her coldness began to annoy him. If he had something to say to her, she had better do it before they met with Richard. She was sure of one thing, that man would not come up to their apartment, to their home, to the house she had built with Timothy that week. That family she built up, for Timothy was her family and nothing would change that.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been acting like an idiot ever since Paula said he was down there.”

“Am I acting like an idiot? Me, Melody? Are you listening to yourself? You’ve put on a dress that fits you like a dream. You’ve done your hair, you’ve brushed it, you’ve even applied cream, I really don’t understand how it’s possible that I didn’t notice.”

“You’ re going crazy! Have you lost your mind, Timothy? Don’t fuck with me! Don’t come to me with this scene of misplaced jealousy, because I have never given you a hint that I might have feelings for him, and I told you that it was a one-night thing, a one-time thing, and as a result I have my baby.”

She walked towards him with a confident step, her fragility had only brought her trouble, and she had already understood that. The more clarity, the better she could carry her relationship with Timothy. So, she walked over to him and hugged him, though he didn’t put his arms around her.

that I carry in my womb, if you want it, if you allow it, will always be more your child than his. For you

DNA from the baby’s system. That baby will always be a part of him. There are things that, even if you wished for them with all your strength, it’s not possible to

a second, he wrapped his arms around her and dropped his chin a tiny bit on her head,

swear to you Melody if I could return

turn back time, things between you and me wouldn’t have been the same. maybe we wouldn’t have even met.”

that same idea crossed her mind as well. It would have made her a fully happy woman if the child she carried

“You don’t know that.”

he wants, see how he found me, and that’s it. Because I swear, I’ve never spoken to him again, because he was never interested in my son, he doesn’t care about my son, he won’t be a part of my life because where my son isn’t welcome, me

than five months the baby will be born, I’m not going to stand...

it, millions of people do it, they share with their ex-partners their children, which they procreated for one reason or another, either wanting it, wishing it, or simply because it was a mistake. They get along and get used to

live

walked to the exit, she stopped halfway across the room and

a flannel over it, and spread his arms wide

talk to him alone, I’m going to let you do that, no problem, I’m

student. “What are you not being? Jealous?” she smiled wryly at the situation, she couldn’t believe Timothy could ever get all, I’m

What if I am? What if I feel like tying you to the bed, locking the room and going downstairs and beating the shit out

son, at no time he had asked her about him or what his situation had been, he

he was hurt, hurt

she asked

do? What did I do to you to make you look at me like I’m responsible for

a resounding kiss, then a more passionate one, which was followed by

and be at ease knowing that down there is the man who laid his hands

a long time before I even thought about working in the coffee shop where we met. You can’t torture

you all to myself. To be the only man in your life for the rest of your life.”