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.

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

see him suffer. “I’m here. We’re

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

fine,” she repeated to

go to any of the offices, I’ll see

she smiled at the intensity with

always like that

with his heart. And

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

that vicious circle. You want to carry all the weight on your shoulders and it’s

hadn’t

child is not a trading toy. And let me tell you my darling...” he stood up a little and looked into her eyes, “you were

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 have. We will find a way to keep Richard, with his ill will and need for money, away from her.”

promise you,” he

my father and Allegra to come in.”

scratched the back of his neck, his eyebrows crossed, a gesture he made when he didn’t know how to say something important.

think I should talk

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

Lydia was outside.

flooded her eyes with tears and an

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 stroked her hair, arranging the bangs

all

“Did my mother come? Did she worry

all worry. You came

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

alone, I

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

in his, “she got there before your father and Allegra. She was devastated,” he confessed, “it broke my soul to see her

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

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

care of her all her life, always

she

she was

that in truth, her mother was the one who insisted

daughter with Timothy,

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

suffered, but I also think she has suffered

her? Do you think I

that answer. I can’t 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

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

chance to have your parents in 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 to

to see Lydia. On the one condition, that if things didn’t work out, she wasn’t going to

was

her that chance. “You decide when to listen to her, when to

to come

her lips, and

door closed, and

have been bigger than Lucy’s entire apartment. She still wasn’t digesting the fact that she was the

rambling, the bedroom door opened again and through it came

at her from the doorway, not

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

sounded

mother acted like an automaton

effect on her body was lessening and little by little, she felt her sanity and strength returning to

her with compunction and a little embarrassed, which Melody could tell by the blush on

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

start talking,

taking charge of

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

murdered someone because they

was worried,” she said

for your concern,

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

wanted to correct her that she wasn’t the worst mother, Lydia continued speaking after a few

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

lump in her throat. One

stay without knowing you were okay. I couldn’t stay at home quietly anymore, as if my

explained to take the weight

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

words did

guilt remained

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