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.

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

her heart. She didn’t want to see him suffer. “I’m here. We’re together. What did the doctors tell you? Why did I faint?”

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

fine,” she repeated to

of you. Even if I don’t go to

paranoid,” she smiled at the intensity with which he spoke.

like that

with his heart.

seen you through difficult weeks, I’ve contributed to that difficulty myself, I haven’t had my eye on you properly and now look how delicate

interrupting him. “Don’t fall into that vicious circle. You want to carry

I hadn’t hit

child is not a trading toy. And let me tell you my

at

the father of my daughter and any others we have. We will find a way to keep Richard, with his ill will and need

you,” he

my father and Allegra

the back of his neck, his eyebrows crossed, a

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

regretful sigh and continued,

Lydia was outside.

it flooded her eyes with tears and an ache settled in

see her, I’ll understand, I’ll tell her you’re not ready to see her,” Timothy reached

black hair felt all

asked in a daze. “Did my mother come? Did

all worry. You came here

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

had been alone, I

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

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

she said in

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

her mother had taken care of her all her life, always being there when

she got

was a real

that in truth, her mother was the one who insisted that

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

that joy being

but I

I should see her? Do

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

to cry and break something, she knew he was right. Worse yet, it hurt at the thought of seeing Lydia, she would remember

and wellness, to love them without the fear of losing them in a few months,” she knew he spoke for his own situation. His father was a constant worry, his health was going to deteriorate, and no one could

she agreed to see Lydia. On the one condition,

was

“You decide when to listen to her, when to see her, and most importantly, it’s yours and yours alone, the decision to forgive

to come

a kiss to her lips, and she closed her

door closed, and he

than Lucy’s entire apartment. She still wasn’t digesting the fact that she was the future wife of someone with

bedroom door opened again and through it

at her from

we have a lot to talk,” she tried to sound confident and

voice sounded shaky

like an automaton and

to sit up, the numbing effect on

other end of the room, looking at her with compunction and a little embarrassed, which Melody could tell by

sad to see how deteriorated her mother looked. She was wearing a white vertical striped dress with wine

had to make the first move, if they didn’t start talking, they would end up reaching two thousand twenty-five

Melody said, taking charge

mother to start talking to her, the best thing to do was to make her understand that she

almost murdered someone because they wouldn’t give you enough information about

worried,” she said after a

for your

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

her that she wasn’t the worst mother,

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 Allegra called me

she told her with a lump in her

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

she explained to take the weight off

it must be difficult to talk to her, for the most complicated thing about being human was

words did not

guilt remained perennial.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255