Melody
One week later
Melody was getting used to the new rhythm of life, which went hand in hand with her new title of Timothy Giannato’s fiancée, a title that this time was real, she wanted it to be true with all the feelings and love they both deserved and had for each other. Things improved wonderfully between them, the days had passed and now it was only a distant memory the moment when she left the chapel and decided to go back on the agreement, they both had made.
She remembered how that night, when she finally managed to tell Timothy how she felt about him, how much she wanted him, how much she loved him. How foolish she was to run away, to not give him
MelodyMelody decided to put on some clothes and got dressed in a hurry. She put on a dress that came down a little past her ankles, flowered and strappy, threw on a coat over it and slipped on a pair of heelless sandals. Timothy had taken it upon himself to warn her about all the harm that wearing high shoes while pregnant could cause. He cared about her much more than anyone else. He aside from having his father’s illness on his shoulders, locating any kind of medical answers, surgeries, or treatments, he took the time to look out for her, her health and her child’s. He was the best man she could have in her life.She began to feel her heart racing a little, she didn’t want to see Richard, she didn’t even know why he was there. It had
TimothyTimothy walked next to her, feeling her warmth, her comforting presence, even when his heart was beating fast and his hands were like icebergs, for the first time, he would see the man who was with Melody before him, he was not a man to feel jealous of anyone, he has never been and he intended never to be, but that did not prevent him from feeling a little jealous of someone he have never seen in his life.When he began to investigate whether Melody stole the three-million-dollars from his company, it never even crossed his mind to investigate the man who got her pregnant, because, after all, she didn’t touch that button and he wasn’t interested in knowing more about her, not at the moment when he believed Melody was a shrew, a scoundrel, an
MelodyMelody 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.”
MelodyOne-month-old, Mary Carlenne Giannato Redford was happy, seeming delighted to be surrounded by all her family members, passing from hand to hand, arm in arm, all wanting to caress her and tug on her tiny, blushing cheeks.Considering it was the first time both families gathered for such an important event as the baby’s first month, Melody was ecstatic to see all the people who were important to her in the living room of her apartment.This family reunion was taking place after Timothy’s father had come through his second chemotherapy with flying colors, the results were completely favorable, not even a hint of cancer was visible in his lungs and the scans ca
Timothy Giannato is a twenty-nine-year-old Italian multimillionaire who no longer believes in love, not since his girlfriend of more than a year of relationship, was unfaithful with a co-worker. Now Timothy prefers to live life on his own terms, no strings attached, no love, no suffering.Melody Redford is a twenty-two-year-old young woman, an animal and book lover, in her fifth semester of college studying veterinary medicine. Thanks to a night of drinking and partying, she became unexpectedly pregnant and her boyfriend Richard did not admit it and urged her to get rid of the problem.Melody’s family was no help either and forced her to make the most difficult decision any woman could make: to abort her child or to leave home and raise her child alone.Melody refused to have an abortion, so she was only three months pregnant when she moved in with her friend Lucy and got a job at a coffee shop to pay for doctor’s appointments and prenatal pi
Two months agoTimothy Giannato was excited about the surprise he had prepared for his beloved Gia. A journalist he had been dating for over a year. He was the typical heartbreaker and longed lover for every woman with two fingers of judgment. An Italian with a passion for automobiles, racing cars.When Timothy finally heard the key in the apartment door, he stood behind the door of the room he shared with Gia every time he slept over there. His heart began to race, smiling he watched out of the corner of his eye as the door slowly opened.He was going to take a big step that night. He had been with her for a year now, everyone at home adored the journalist, and he was sure he had found the woman to settle down with.On the bed he had placed the same petal of red roses in the shape of a heart, with his hands that were only practical and skilled at driving and closing deals. On a small table he had placed the champagne with which they would cele
—Now—The mornings were getting heavier and heavier for Melody, who kept throwing up everything she ate for dinner and something else, each day when she woke up. She was tired of the sound her gagging made, she was tired of waking up her friend Lucy every time she threw up in the sink, which was inside Lucy’s room. Melody had never in her life felt as uncomfortable as she did at that moment.It wasn’t just the fact that she had been living with Lucy for a week, her friend was a sweetheart just for allowing her to spend time there. The apartment was tiny, and they barely had enough food for the two of them. Lucy wasn’t much of a shopper and Melody didn’t have time to buy anything, because when she finished her shift at the coffee shop, she went to clean and water the plants of a young couple who lived near the coffee shop where she worked. It was extra money, money she needed more than ever.When her mother told her that she wasn’t ready to be a rea
The coffee shop was packed, it was a small place, with only eight tables, each with four metal chairs with semi-padded backs. Customers usually came in desperate, as if a rabid dog were chasing them and it was life or death to get a coffee. Melody was trying to work at lightning speed, cranking the machine, pouring the coffee that was kept hot from the glass pot, and charging the customers. It was a lot of work for one person, but the place was being remodeled and because she was pregnant and the owner had taken pity on her, Melody was the only employee in the coffee shop.She was in charge of opening and closing and on days when she couldn’t open the place at seven in the morning, Mr. Doyle would come down from his apartment and open it.