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.

carry in my womb, if you want it, if you allow it, will always

baby’s system. That baby will always be a part of him. There are things that, even if you wished for them with all

tiny bit on her head, he was a hell

I could return the time.... If

could turn back time, things between you and me wouldn’t

sake, but the truth was, that same idea crossed her mind as well. It would have made her a fully happy woman if the child she carried in her womb was Timothy’s and not

“You don’t know that.”

he found me, and that’s it. Because I swear, I’ve never spoken to him again, because he was never interested in

really wants to be part of your life? In less than five months the

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 having to see them every weekend

you, you had to live in that uncomfortable little studio apartment with your friend, it’s not fair that now he’s coming...it doesn’t seem fair that...”

water. Let’s just go downstairs, period,” she pulled out of his arms and walked to the exit, she stopped halfway across

pulled a flannel over

I understand. If you want to talk to him alone, I’m going

him by putting her hands on her hips about to start fighting him like she was a teacher to a student. “What are you not being? Jealous?” she smiled wryly at

I am jealous, Melody? 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 of that stupid fucker for turning his back on you when you needed him the

the father of her son, at no time he had asked her about him or

were angry, he was hurt, hurt and Melody didn’t

she asked

What did I do to you to make you look

resounding kiss, then a more passionate one, which was followed by a more intense one, until Melody forgot even her

you’ve been with another man, I can’t think and be at ease knowing that down there is the man who laid

love...” she told him when their lips parted. “That was a long time ago, a long time before I even thought about working in the coffee shop where we met. You can’t torture yourself thinking about a

myself. To be the only man in your life for the rest of