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.

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

She didn’t want to see him suffer. “I’m here. We’re together. What

Today’s impression,

repeated

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

was always like that with him.

everything with his heart. And that fascinated

contributed to that

yourself,” she said interrupting him. “Don’t fall into that vicious circle. You want to carry all the weight on

I hadn’t

gouged his eyes out myself. My child is not a trading toy. And let me tell you my darling...” he stood up a little and looked into

at her confused.

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

you,”

father and Allegra to come in.”

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

think I should talk to

he let out a regretful sigh and continued, “your mother came too. She wants to see you and

Lydia was outside.

eyes with

ready to see her,” Timothy reached out again

black hair felt all over his

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

worry. You came

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

“If you had been alone, I don’t even

happened. And you reacted quickly. You saved me,” 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 you really see

and Allegra. She was devastated,” he confessed, “it broke my soul

she said in a

you. She was the first to arrive, she asked Troy directly because

taken care of her

when she

was a

in truth, her mother was the one who insisted that

with Timothy, to be happy,

being ruined by her mother, and so she expressed that to

understand you, I know what you have suffered, but I also think

you think I should see her? Do you think I should

and she will remain your

yet, it hurt at the

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

Lydia. On the one condition, that if things

was

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

her to come

pressed a kiss to her lips, and she

later the door closed, and he walked

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

of ranting and rambling, the bedroom door opened

at her from the doorway,

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

voice sounded shaky

like an automaton and closed

to sit up, the numbing effect on her body was lessening and little by little, she felt her sanity

compunction and a little embarrassed, which

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

if they didn’t start talking, they would

taking charge of the

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

murdered someone because they wouldn’t

said after

your

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 world. I’ve been garbage with

wanted to correct her that she wasn’t the worst mother, Lydia continued

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 Allegra called me and told me what happened

a lump in her throat. One that was

at home

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

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

words did not flow.

guilt remained

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