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.

moved a little closer to her and laid his head on her chest, not letting his full weight fall off her body. “I’ll die if I lose you. If you were ever taken from me, I don’t know what would become of

lose me,” his suffering broke her heart. She didn’t want to see him suffer. “I’m here. We’re together. What did the doctors tell you?

Today’s impression, what happened with Richard... it

fine,” she repeated to him

I don’t go to any of the offices, I’ll see that you’re fed and taken care of.”

she smiled at the intensity with which

like that

his heart.

that difficulty

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

I hadn’t

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

at her

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

you,” he

tell my father and Allegra to

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

you? I think I should talk

that are here,” he let out a regretful sigh and continued, “your mother came

Lydia was outside.

flooded her eyes with tears and an ache

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

felt all

daze. “Did my mother come?

all worry. You

love, look at me...” she asked grabbing his hand. “I’m fine and you already told me the baby is fine.

corrected. “If you had been alone,

to uncertainty. “Did

Allegra. She was devastated,” he confessed, “it broke my soul to see her like

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

see her worried about you. She’s been here for hours, waiting to come in and see you. She was the first 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 was hysterical, and she was

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

when she

was

her mother

she was about to have a daughter with Timothy, to be happy,

being ruined by her mother, and so she expressed

suffered, but I also think she

should see her? Do you think I

want you to know, your mother is your mother, and she will remain your mother until the day the world

something, she knew he was right. Worse yet, it hurt at the thought of seeing Lydia, she would

months,” she knew he spoke for his own situation. His father was a constant worry, his health

logic, she agreed to see Lydia. On the one

already was

he replied, when she told him she was only going to give her that chance. “You decide when

her to

kiss to her lips, and she closed her eyes to enjoy

later the door closed, and he walked

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

of ranting and rambling, the bedroom door opened again

stared at her from the doorway, not quite finished

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

voice sounded shaky

mother acted like an automaton and closed the door behind

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

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

a white vertical striped

to make the first move, if they didn’t start talking,

Melody said, taking charge of

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

that you almost murdered someone because they

was worried,” she said after a

for your concern,

stand there so calmly? How could you agree to see me after the way I treated you? I don’t deserve your attention, or your words.... Not to mention your love. I’m the worst mother in the

wasn’t the worst mother, Lydia continued speaking

bed where she counted herself and hugged the wallet to her chest. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness; I don’t deserve even your

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

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

fine. It was just anemia,” she explained to take the weight off the pain her

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

did

remained perennial.

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