Todos os capítulos de Too Young To Want Him: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The hospital room was silent, except that the monitor could beep all the time.Ava was lying there on the small bed, with a thin blanket on her waist. She touched her belly and clasped her hands. Riley was beside her and had her hand. Riley’s face was worried.One of the nurses had struck a knot out of the monitor and smiled. “The heart of the baby is beating so well,” she said. “That’s a good sign.”Ava had to breathe in relief that she had been holding her breath. “So… is the baby okay?”“Yes,” the nurse answered. “Very okay.”Tears filled Ava’s eyes. “Thank you.”The nurse nodded and exited the room.The doctor came in a few minutes after carrying a clipboard. She was not nervous and spoke in a monotonous voice that helped Ava feel less afraid.“Hello, Ava,” the doctor greeted. “How do you feel now?”“Tired,” Ava said. “And scared.”“That is natural,” the doctor said, “looking at the chart. The cramps were actual, yet not harmful. The baby is healthy.”Ava swallowed. “Then why did i

Marcus entered the room where Elena sat on the bedside. She looked up right away. "You're late," she said. Marcus paused at the door. He had only removed his jacket, but was not comfortable. "Something came up." Elena stood up slowly. “Maybe something important that you had to be out so late?”Marcus nodded. "Yes." She crossed her arms. "Where have you been?" “At the hospital," Marcus said, weary of his words. Elena narrowed her eyes. "The hospital?" "Yes," he said. "Ava had a scare." Silence followed between them. Elena stepped closer. "What kind of scare?" “Pregnancy-related,” Marcus said. "Cramps. She panicked." “No doubt Claudio called you, and Patricia,” Elena said. Marcus nodded. "She did." Elena exhaled slowly. "And you went." "She's family," Marcus said. "It felt wrong not to." Elena tilted her head. “I believed we discussed limitations.” "We did," Marcus replied. "And I respected them." Elena raised an eyebrow. "By rushing to the hospital?" She had to have

The number of people sitting in the dining room was too large as the place was too quiet. Ava sat at the long table. She sat and clasped her hands. Her shoulders were tight. She seemed to be anticipating a bad thing to occur. Mark sat next to her. He was rolling on his phone and barely looked at all. Patricia was on one end of the table. She was clutching a slender notebook and smiling like a winner. Patricia cleared her throat. "Alright," she said happily. “We must discuss the wedding.” Ava’s heart beat faster. She slowly looked up. "The wedding?" Ava said softly. "Yes," Patricia replied. "I’ve been thinking. You have no more reason to wait anymore.” Mark finally looked up. "What do you mean?" Patricia smiled at him. "We should move fast. Very fast." Ava felt her stomach tighten. "How fast?" she said, in hardly more than a whisper. Patricia unzipped her notebook. "I already talked to the venue. They have an opening." Ava’s fingers curled. "You talked to them... already?"

Marcus waited until the house was silent before he moved. The night had settled down to ominous silence, the silence of the heavy rather than the peaceful. Patricia was sitting in the sitting room, reading marriage notes scattered all over the table. She appeared to be composed and in order, like she was preparing a party rather than dictating on the future of her daughter. Marcus hung in the doorway a moment to get himself straight, since he was aware that once he opened his mouth, there was no going backMarcus said, going in and shutting the door behind him, "Patricia." His voice was respectful, but he had a tightness in his voice that he could not conceal. "I need to talk to you. Privately.Patricia did not raise her eyes immediately. She was still writing something, and at last raised her eyes and looked at him coolly. “But, if it is about the wedding, it must be all settled,” she said to herself in her calm way“Yes, that is why I need to speak,” replied Marcus, coming nearer. H

Ava was standing on a low bench in the backyard with her hands clasped around her stomach. The afternoon was still, that sort of stillness which naturally made her serene, but today only caused her to be more conscious of herself. She was observing Lydia on the opposite side of the yard, as she slowly arranged the flowers in a little pot. Lydia gazed calmly, absorbed and remote simultaneously.Ava hesitated a moment, stood up, and walked in his direction. Days went by, and she was struggling to have the right time to go to Lydia and speak to her. She was about to think of it, every time she stopped because she was afraid. Nevertheless, she was aware of the fact that she could not continue evading it indefinitely.“Lydia dear,” I said, coming near. "Can I sit with you for a bit?"Lydia rose, and she was evidently taken aback. A small nod was returned with no smile. “And you are certain,” replied the lady, moving aside enough to create room.Ava sat next to her and observed her hands in