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.

closer to her and laid his head on her chest, not letting his full weight fall off her body. “I’ll die if I

see him suffer.

need to eat better. Today’s impression, what happened with Richard... it was probably too much for

fine,” she repeated

But you will be. I’ll take care of you. Even if I don’t go to any of the

smiled at the intensity

like that

his heart. And that

I’ve seen you through difficult weeks, I’ve contributed to that difficulty myself, I haven’t

she said interrupting him. “Don’t fall into that vicious circle. You want to carry all the weight on your shoulders and it’s not right.”

hadn’t

have gouged his eyes out myself. My child is not a trading toy. And let me tell you my darling...” he

looked at

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

promise you,”

my father and Allegra to

and scratched the back of his neck, his eyebrows crossed, a gesture

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

that, it’s not only Allegra and your father that are here,” he let out a regretful

Lydia was outside.

flooded her eyes with

you don’t want to see her, I’ll understand, I’ll tell her you’re not ready to see her,” Timothy reached out again and

all over his

“Did my mother come? Did she worry about

You came

“I’m fine and you already told me the baby is fine.

been alone, I don’t even want

me,” she smiled openly at him, but then gave way to uncertainty. “Did my mom

so worried and sad,” he sat on the edge of the bed and lingered with her hand in his, “she got there before your father and Allegra. She was devastated,” he confessed,

in a scathing tone, “at least not with

in and see you. She was the first to arrive, she asked Troy directly because she thought I was hiding information from her,” Timothy

taken care of her all her life, always being there when she

when she

was

realized that in truth, her mother was

a daughter with Timothy, to be

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

tesoro, I understand you, I know what you have suffered, but I also think she has suffered enough because of the bad decisions

you think I should see her? Do you

tell you who to forgive or when to forgive. All I want you to know, your mother is your mother, and she

Worse yet, it

health and wellness, to love them without the fear of losing them in a few months,” she knew he spoke

his words and logic, she agreed to see Lydia. On the one condition, that if things didn’t work out, she wasn’t

was

decide when to listen to her, when to see her, and

her to come

kiss to her lips, and she closed

door closed, and

must have been bigger than Lucy’s entire apartment. She

that moment of ranting and rambling, the bedroom door opened again and through

her from

the door. I think we have a lot to talk,” she tried

voice sounded shaky and

mother acted like an automaton and

passed and neither of them said a word. Melody struggled to sit up, the numbing effect on her body was lessening and little

at the other end of the room, looking at her with compunction and a little embarrassed,

see how deteriorated her mother looked. She was wearing a white vertical striped dress with wine red, teacher’s shoes and her hair pulled back

first move, if they didn’t start talking, they would end

Melody said, taking charge of the

the best thing to do was to make her understand that she was

someone because they wouldn’t give you enough information

she said

for your

you? I don’t deserve your attention, or your words.... Not to mention your love. I’m the worst mother in the world. I’ve been garbage with you

wasn’t the worst mother, Lydia continued

chest. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness; I don’t deserve even your

with a lump in her throat. One that was eager

you were okay. I couldn’t stay at home quietly anymore, as if my daughter wasn’t between

just anemia,” she explained to take the weight off the pain her mother

difficult to talk to her, for the most complicated thing about

did

remained perennial.

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