—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 real mother to the baby she was expecting, a woman capable of raising her unborn child well, she thought her mother was just being archaic and wanted to hurt and scare her.
It was highly likely that those were her intentions, but Melody realized, during that week away from her mother’s lap, that it wasn’t going to be easy living alone.
“Don’t come asking for help later,” was what her mother yelled at her as she packed her blouses and pants.
“I won’t,” was all she replied as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“You’re destroying your life! You’re about to graduate, you only have 3 more quarters left. That happens right away,” her mother approached her, but did not touch her.
From the moment she said she was pregnant; her parents had withdrawn like she was a leper.
“I’m not destroying my life. I’m pregnant.”
“It’s the same thing. You’re twenty-two years old, a career in veterinary medicine ahead of you. Your father and I didn’t kill ourselves paying your education for you to come here and ruin it!” vociferated Lydia to her in a rage.
Melody told herself at that moment that she deserved her mother’s fury and her father’s silence.
She had ended her parents’ dreams of an ideal daughter. A neurosurgeon and a schoolteacher, two productive and respected members of society, admired by all who lived in Norwood, for being united and hard-working. Her father, Charles Redford, born and raised in that small Bronx neighborhood in New York, was known for being the one who helped his neighbors and who had put his two beautiful daughters through college without any of the rebelliousness typical of teenagers. Her sister was now a librarian, married with a beautiful baby boy named Anton.
But Melody always had a competitive and free spirit. So free that she had dated the worst guy in college, a guy who was only around when there were car competitions, the kind with rich, pretentious billionaires. She had realized how in love she was with him, until one night, after leaving a college party, he proposed to her in his car and she gladly accepted. She wasted her virginity and ruined her parents’ dream.
Her life was going perfectly well, she was getting straight A’s in college, her father had the place lined up for her to start her own vet shop, they had a lot of plans and because of a little miscalculation, she was having a baby.
Twenty-two years old and pregnant.
“Pay attention to me please. Listen to me,” this time her mother anchored herself to her arm and forced her to look at her, wiping away the tears she had uselessly let escape.
There was no use crying anymore.
Her father had given an ultimatum: Abort or leave home.
It didn’t take two seconds for the decision to be made.
She would move out. She would raise her child alone. Many young women had done so and had turned out well, she would be no less.
“Mely,” her mother begged for her attention again. “Look at me girl,” she hated to be the cause of so much pain and unrest in her mother. But things were the way they were because she and her father had decided so.
“Tell me mom. No matter what you tell me, I am not going to have an abortion. Don’t you understand what you are asking me to do? Don’t you realize that you are asking me to kill my child?”
“That thing is still a fetus!” her mother shouted.
“Stop calling it a thing! It’s a baby. It’s my baby,” she released her grip on her hand and shoved everything faster into the bag. “He’s not a thing. He’s my son. It’s your grandchild.”
“That’s not formed. It doesn’t feel anything. It’ll be like appendix surgery, only you won’t have a scar to show for it.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” Melody walked out of her room. The room that had been hers since she was born. She had always lived there.
Now she had to leave.
The night before she had contacted her friend. Lucy didn’t have any problem accepting her into her tiny studio apartment. She just gave her the disclaimer that the place was small.
“Melody please,” her mother pleaded again. She couldn’t bring herself to give her one last look. She couldn’t look at her mother with the rage she felt at that moment, the fury coursing through her veins. She couldn’t burst out and say things she would surely regret sooner rather than later.
“See you later mom. Let me know when yours and Dad’s inhumanity wears off.”
And she left without looking back.
Now she was there annoying her friend. She hadn’t made any kind of comment, but poor Lucy worked all night in a call center, customer service and toothpaste sales. She came in late every night, past three in the morning. Lucy was twenty-four years old, an orphan of both parents. She was also studying veterinary medicine at the university, but she hadn’t gotten pregnant by a stupid guy like Melody’s ex was.
Officially her ex.
From the moment she had it confirmed that she was expecting a baby, she had called him immediately, scared to death. Richard was a jerk who just told her that it wasn’t his problem, that she had been a fool to get pregnant.
As if she had planned it!
“Mel? Everything okay?” Lucy stood in the bathroom doorway watching her.
“I’m fine. It’s only normal,” Melody pulled her hair back and kept her grip on it in case she threw up again.
She never knew when they were going to stop, there were mornings when she would stay for more than thirty minutes at the sink or at the toilet’s bowl.
“They’re getting worse.”
It was a fact.
She was very thin. She was not a shadow of what she had been three months before. She had lost a lot of weight as she had no desire to eat anything, nor could she keep anything in her stomach, as she threw up everything.
“I didn’t think it was possible,” Lucy told her worriedly. “Are you sure that’s normal? I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience with pregnancy and boys, or even family. But you’re getting thinner. That can’t be normal. You’re in bones.”
“Wow, thanks for your support, I really couldn’t feel any better without you.”
“You don’t have to be sarcastic. It’s the truth. I’m worried that when you get to give birth it won’t turn out well. There are animals that die because they don’t have the strength to give...”
“Are you comparing me to an animal? I can’t have this conversation right now. I’m sorry, Lucy. I’m sorry to wake you up at six in the morning. I’ll get ready in a minute to go to work.”
“Don’t apologize Mel. I know it’s a lot for you to take in.”
And her friend had no idea.
She was annoyed by everything, irritated even by her own breathing. She was trying to control her temper with her friend, but it was quite difficult.
“I’m going to lie down. Let me know if you need me.”
Melody nodded just before she felt another retch coming on.
She was going to have a hell of a day.
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.
Chapter FourMelody stood still watching the man in front of her, she had no idea that such specimens existed in real life. She was used to seeing them in vanity magazines, those magazines that only showcase rich and beautiful men, sheets and sheets of pure masculinity, wealth, and luxury. Men hand in hand with women who wore clothes more expensive than a car.“Hello? Can you speak?” the man made her react with his heightened level of sarcasm. “Can I have my coffee now, or are you going to stare at me for ten more minutes? If it’s the latter, let me know so I can sit down.”The man was irritating.
Chapter fiveMelody sat in the back of the car, next to a pleased Timothy. Could it be the most perfect name? Maybe. He could have been named Christian and had a room for wild, forbidden sex.She blushed just thinking about that sitting next to the most sensual man she’d ever seen in her life.“Are you all right? You look red,” he was worried, maybe thinking something was wrong with her because of the baby.Oh, Greek God, if he knew he got me like this. He was thinking about the baby she was carrying in her womb, about her safety and security, it was more than anyone she knew had ever done, including her parents. She found out when she was a month pregnant, she didn’t know how to tell her parents, and all the more reason
*—Thimoty—*Chapter SixTimothy GiannattoTimothy watched the young mother-to-be with curiosity. She walked beside him, slowly, murmuring so softly that he could not understand what she was saying, at first, he thought she was talking to him, then he realized that young Melody was talking to herself. He was used to the frivolous women of movies and television, the ones who preferred to dress up than being comfortable, or the ones who preferred to keep up an appearance than live happily. He had a feeling Melody didn’t care at all how much money he had in his pocket.“Have you cleared up your issues?” he didn’t know why she caught his attention. She was a fairly plain and simple girl. Petite size, big gray eyes, intelligent gaze, and Jet-Blac
*—Melody—*The consultation passed without her noticing.She had only gone to the first appointment at her parents’ house without them noticing her visit to the doctor.She had started taking the prenatal pills as she read about the symptoms and stages of pregnancy on the internet.When she confessed this to Dr. Troy, his eyes widened wildly, and he wanted to jump off the nearest bridge.“Poor baby!” he exclaimed.That alone made Melody feel like the vilest of mothers.“I don’t have health insurance. I didn’t know what else to do,” she defended herself. She felt it was the only thing left for her to do.Timothy was sitting in a chair next to her. He gave the impression of being uncomfortable, but he hadn’t wanted to leave when she proposed.“I’ll stay and check in with the doctor,” he had told her.She trusted the angels that he would not judge her, as the OB/
*—Timothy—*Timothy looked at the woman lying across from him. She was beautiful in a different way. She had a sparkle in her gaze that had coaxed him ever since he saw her in the coffee shop that morning, her hair such a dark shade just made him conjure up a thousand sexual positions where her black hair fell over them, surrounded, sweaty, wet, it was so exciting to think about, he didn’t want to think about what it would be like to make it happen. The girl was practically a mystery to him, he didn’t know her at all, and his bruised male ego screamed at him that he didn’t want to know her either.That happened when someone broke our personal and sentimental barriers. There was no longer a single moment in his life where he did not think about the mess he had gotten into with Gia, he had trusted her blindly, for him she was a woman who represented him, who could share his problems and dreams. He had fallen into the net of a crone, one
A woman must have certain things clear before confessing to have committed a murder, been unfaithful, told a lie, or committed a betrayal. She simply had to find better ways to say it, and in that sense, Melody could only think that she had betrayed Timothy Giannato.While she knew absolutely nothing about him, she didn’t know if he was wise or intelligent, she didn’t know how hard he had worked to keep his company, she didn’t know if he was a bad man, if he told me that someone had done him wrong. The only thing Melody did know was that this Italian had shown up at the coffee shop, and when her eyes fell on him, the tranquility and security that she had not felt for so long, seized her. But at the same time, she felt the nerves and uneasiness, as if it was the first time a man had ever looked at her.
*Timothy*The woman was a mess, her hair was tied up in a bun that reached almost to her forehead, her eyes were a little puffy and Timothy was immediately concerned, even though she had left his apartment a little embarrassed, he didn’t think she was that affected by the fact that he had taken the audacity to take her home when she fainted.He just acted on impulse after Troy had told him she just needed to rest and get something to eat.He caught himself getting in the car and telling Clark to take them to his penthouse.It was amazing how someone trying to help another person made them feel offended and, in that case, Timothy was incredibly surprised, no one had ever refused help from him, it always had a positive ef