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.

he moved a little closer to her and laid his head on her chest, not letting his full weight fall off her body.

to lose me,” his suffering broke her heart. She didn’t want to see him suffer. “I’m

said you’re a little anemic and you need to eat better. Today’s impression, what happened with Richard...

fine,” she repeated to him

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

be paranoid,” she smiled at the intensity

like

felt everything with his heart. And

difficult weeks, I’ve contributed to that difficulty myself, I haven’t had my eye

said interrupting him. “Don’t fall into that vicious circle. You

hadn’t hit

him myself,” she told him with impetus and assurance. “I would have gouged his eyes out myself. My child is not a trading toy. And let me tell you my darling...” he stood

looked at her

life. Our daughter’s. You, and only you, will be the father of my daughter and any others we have. We will find a way to keep Richard, with his ill will and need for money,

promise you,”

my father and

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

think I should talk to them to let them

it’s not only Allegra and your father that are here,” he let out a regretful sigh and continued, “your mother came too. She wants to see you and talk to

Lydia was outside.

of it flooded her eyes with tears and an ache settled

ready to see her,” Timothy reached out again and

all over his face

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

worry. You

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

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 her out

the bed and 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

she said in a scathing tone, “at

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

mother had taken care of her all her life, always

when she

she was a real

mother was the one who insisted that she aborted

to have a daughter with Timothy, to

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

I also think she has suffered enough because of the bad decisions

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 will remain your mother until the day the world ends. Because even if she dies in

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

health 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

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

already was too

she was only going to give her that chance. “You decide when to listen to her, when to see her,

to

kiss to her lips, and she closed

later the door closed, and he

bigger than Lucy’s entire apartment. She still wasn’t digesting

the bedroom door opened again and through it

from the

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

voice sounded shaky

acted like an automaton and closed

on her

looking at her with compunction and a little

looked. She was wearing a white vertical

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

Melody said, taking

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

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

said after

your

could you agree to see me after the way I treated you? I don’t deserve your

to correct her that she wasn’t the

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 Allegra called me and told me what happened to you, I didn’t think,

for coming,” she told her with a lump in her throat. One that was

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

anemia,” she explained to take the weight off the pain her mother was facing.

talk to her, for the most complicated thing about

did

remained perennial.

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