The Italian's proposal

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-two

Melody

Melody woke up in a hospital bed, hours after finding herself in the parking lot of the building where she lived with Timothy.

She immediately felt his hand in hers. She blinked, still numb from the painkillers she imagined she received.

She only remembered feeling a very intense pain in her lower abdomen.

Instinctively, she put her hands on her abdomen.

“Hello princess,” she heard Timothy speak to her, moving closer and placing a kiss on her forehead. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“What happened? Is the baby okay?” fear began to take hold of her, and the tears immediately came down. “Please tell me my baby is okay,” she begged him.

“It’s okay,” he smiled slowly at her and she sighed in relief.

“Then why do you have that look on your face? If everything is fine, why are you looking at me like that?” she didn’t understand the reason for his stare.

She knew him long enough to know all the reactions he had, the way he behaved when he was scared or angry, and right now, something was bothering him, something was making him unsettled, and if everything was fine with her son, she couldn’t find any reason for him to feel and behave so strangely.

“You scared me...” he said to her again. “You passed out from the pain. In front of me. I almost didn’t manage to hold you up in time.”

“But you did,” she tried to reassure him, as she squeezed his hand and entwined his fingers with hers.

Her mouth felt numb and tasteless.

“I did.”

“So, what’s wrong?” she asked confused, her head was starting to hurt a little, and the light was bothering her.

“The girl’s fine,” she heard him say.

The girl, the baby? The girl was fine?

Did he say that?

Did he mean she was going to have a girl? They were going to be parents to a beautiful girl, a female, her traveling companion, a gift from heaven.

She didn’t have time to think about what she wished to have, any gender was going to be well received, and she was going to care for her as her very own life, if not more so.

“Are we having a girl?” she asked slowly.

“It’s a girl,” Timothy smiled, and she let out a happy cry.

“Oh, don’t cry!”

“It’s from happiness, I swear it’s from happiness,” she sighed contentedly, “I’m excited. We can officially start getting the room ready.”

Timothy was smiling, but the gesture, didn’t quite reach his eyes.

That worried her.

Even though she was quite numb from the painkillers, she couldn’t help but notice that something was wrong with him.

“My love, what’s wrong? It makes me sad to see you like this. You look like someone died.”

“I panicked as I was lifting you in my arms and Clark was bringing us to the hospital. I was dying of anguish. You were unresponsive,” Timothy let out a lone tear and looked at her with his eyes wider than usual. “I thought I was going to lose you! You wouldn’t move, you didn’t respond when I called you. I.... I didn’t know what to do...”

“You brought me to the hospital. You saved me. You did what you had to do and so much more.”

“Forgive me,” he whispered.

“For what? Because you take care of me? For holding me when I needed you the most?”

Slowly she began to remember the whole situation with Richard and how bad she felt when she heard what he said to her, about her child was just a means to get money.

He didn’t want her baby.

He never had and uselessly, she thought he might be interested that when the baby was born, he would want to be a part of her life.

But she was wrong.

Richard just wanted to take advantage of them.

“I got so scared I called your family.” Timothy then said.

She looked at him in confusion. Was her father there?

Had they gone to see her? She didn’t know how long she slept.

weight fall off her body.

not going to lose me,” his suffering broke her heart. She didn’t want to see him suffer. “I’m here. We’re together. What

you’re a little anemic and you need to eat better. Today’s impression, what happened with Richard... it was probably too much for your strength...”

repeated to

if I don’t go to any of the

smiled at the intensity with

was always like that with him.

everything with his heart. And that

I’ve contributed to that difficulty myself,

fall into that vicious circle. You want to carry all the weight on your

I hadn’t

and assurance. “I would have gouged his eyes out myself. My child is not a trading

looked at

of my daughter’s life. Our daughter’s. You, and only you, will be the father of my daughter and any others we have. We will find a

you,” he

my father and Allegra to come in.”

back of his neck, his eyebrows crossed, a gesture he made when he didn’t know

family, didn’t you? I think I should talk to them to let them

a regretful sigh and continued, “your mother came too. She wants to see you and talk to you.”

Lydia was outside.

the thought of it flooded her eyes with tears and an ache settled in her

I’ll understand, I’ll tell her you’re not ready to see her,” Timothy reached out again and stroked her hair, arranging

hair felt all

in a daze. “Did my mother come?

worry. You came here

grabbing his hand. “I’m fine and you already told me

corrected. “If you had been alone, I don’t even want to

openly at him, but then gave way to uncertainty. “Did my mom say anything to you? Didn’t she want to

lingered with her hand in his, “she got there before your father and Allegra. She was devastated,” he confessed, “it broke my soul to see her like that. She reminded me of you. You cry the same way. You cry with real pain,

has them,” she said in a scathing tone, “at least not

to arrive, she asked Troy directly because she thought I was hiding information from her,” Timothy shook his head as if he didn’t believe what he said himself, “she

felt a little happy to know that her mother had taken care of her all

when she got

she was a real

realized that in truth, her mother was

to have a daughter with Timothy, to be happy, to continue

know if she wanted to risk that joy being ruined by her mother,

I know what you have suffered, but I also think she has suffered enough because of

I should see her? Do you think I

tell you who to forgive or when to forgive. All I want you to know, your mother is your mother, and she will remain your mother until the day the world ends. Because even if she dies in a hundred years, she will

break something, she knew he was right. Worse yet, it hurt at the thought

losing them in a few months,” she knew he spoke for his own

she agreed to see Lydia. On the one condition, that

already was too

give her that chance. “You decide when

her to come

and she closed

the door closed, and

the hospital room, she was in a place that must have been bigger than Lucy’s entire apartment. She still wasn’t digesting the fact that she was the future wife of

moment of ranting and rambling, the bedroom door opened

mother stared at her from the doorway, not

and close the door. I think we have a lot to talk,” she tried to sound confident and

voice sounded

acted like an automaton and

a word. Melody struggled to sit up, the numbing effect on her body was lessening and

compunction

see how deteriorated her mother looked. She was wearing a white vertical

move, if they didn’t start talking, they would end up reaching

taking charge of the

to her, the best thing to do was to make her

because they wouldn’t give you enough

was worried,” she said after a

your

after the way I treated you? I don’t deserve your attention, or your words.... Not to mention your

her that she wasn’t the worst

to make you forgive me,” Lydia slowly walked over to the bed where she counted herself and hugged the wallet to her chest. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness; I don’t deserve even your look. But it’s just that when

with a lump in her throat. One that was eager for her

I couldn’t stay at home quietly anymore, as

explained to take the weight off the pain her mother

complicated thing about being human was

did not flow.

guilt remained perennial.

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