The Italian's Proposal

21

Melody

"Here's your tea," Melody's mother handed the tea to Timothy and he sat down in the living room next to her.

Between her parents, she was going to keep up the charade the best she could. In their eyes, the wedding was a fact, her affair with Timothy was true. She would never confess that Equilay blamed her, there was no need to. That would bring into question the reason she was getting married, and she didn't want that. Not when she still didn't know what Timothy wanted from her.

What if he no longer wished to marry her? What if he felt only regret towards her?

She didn't know what she felt for him, fear did not allow her to analyze her feelings for the Italian. The only thing that was clear to her was that she already had solved at least the ugliest part. Having Timothy's trust was enough for her.

She didn't want to be a bother, she didn't come into his life to annoy him, she was attracted to him, that was perfectly clear to her, but she didn't want to upset him.

"Thank you, Mrs. Redford," he told her very politely. She couldn't take her eyes off him, it was so strange to see him there, in the house that saw her grow up, her anger was over. Now she only felt his warmth, his proximity was an aphrodisiac for her. She wanted to kiss him, for a moment she thought he would, but he didn't.

"Tell me Lydia, please. You're Melody's fiancé, we're already family," she smiled, her perfect teeth. She was remarkably similar to Melody, or rather the opposite. Melody had the same gray eyes and dark hair, though Lydia had a few silver strands standing out from age.

"Lydia it is," Timothy agreed.

Forgive him? She didn't know if she could do it so quickly, but, even if she was erring on the side of bipolar, she felt that, at that moment she counted more on him, than she did on her own mother.

That was more than enough to forgive someone.

"You know Melody is pregnant, right?" Melody looked at her mother in surprise, her eyes widening wildly.

"Of course," Timothy answered her confidently and without hesitation. "I've known it since we met."

"And yet you still proposed?" her mother had no hesitation. Melody felt her cheeks burn from the embarrassment her mother was causing her.

"I still want to marry her. I don't mind being a father to the child. "

"Hello!" Allegra's voice filled the house, interrupting the path, down which things were going. "Here we are."

"Allegra, my child. How glad you are already arrived," Lydia excused herself and went quickly to the door.

"Timothy..." they never talked about it. Him being in her son's life...? That hadn't crossed her mind. Now she realized how innocent she had been about everything.

"What?"

"It's just..."

Seconds later, the Thompson-Redford family entered, and he was forced into silence as he saw who entered after Allegra.

Timothy immediately stood up when he saw Equilay there and Melody grabbed his hand.

He looked at her and she whispered not to do anything.

"Good evening," Allegra said as she saw they have a guest. "You must be Timothy," she walked over and greeted him.

She did not look at her sister for any moment.

This saddened Melody.

She missed those days where her sister believed her and understood her.

Now she wouldn't even say a polite hello. All she could think about was how many things her husband must have put in her head, to make her doubt her completely.