A young man is left in charge of Godfather's daughter and it unravels emotions that they both tried to ignore for years.
Follow Julliet and Geovanni through years of a very complicated love journey.
I was currently waiting in Heather's office for Geovanni to show up. She had asked if there was anything in particular that I wanted to speak to her about one on one in the meantime, but I had nothing.
Geo had an important meeting today, so him being late for therapy wasn't baffling at all. I wouldn't even be surprised if he called to cancel or postpone the session.
Heather looked up at me and gave a brief smile, before redirecting her attention to her notes. I checked the time on my wristwatch seeing that Geo was now twenty minutes late.
The door finally opened and Geo walked through it. He greeted Heather and I and took a seat.
He didn't kiss me or anything, which was a bit strange and it made me wonder if his meeting went well. I only received a regular greeting like Heather.
"So Julliet, last time you learnt of Geovanni's love for his now deceased baby mother and you said that you were okay with that. Right?
I nodded in confirmation, causing her to smile at me over the edge of the notebook.
"Good." She nodded as well.
I glanced at Geo to find him staring straight ahead. He wasn't even looking at me in any way. He just sat there staring with a stone-hard unreadable expression and it worried me.
"Do you have anything you'd like to speak about in particular, Julliet?" She questioned.
"No." I shook my head.
"Geovanni, is there anything you'd like to speak about or discuss with your wife?" She asked as I watched Geo shift in his seat a bit, before flexing his jaw muscles.
He must really be irritated by something.
"Uhh, actually, I do." His brows furrowed in irritation as his jaw muscles flexed again, rapidly.
I was becoming more and more worried by the second. Geo seemed angry.
He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out something or somethings rather and threw them on to the desk in front of me.
I looked down to see the two most recent cards of my birth control pills being almost empty, except for the pills I skipped. The problem was, those were from last month and the month before, I hadn't started a new card for this month as yet because I'm already pregnant.
I looked up at him slowly to see him already glaring at me. My heart rate increased a bit as his glare remained fixed on me. He then reached into his pocket once more and threw down the pregnancy test I had taken, making my mouth go dry.
Heather seemed stunned when I took a quick glance at her from the corner of my eyes.
"You know, you seemed to be going to the kitchen for water a lot lately in the early hours of the day and you've been saying you had a period since last week Julliet. Is there something you need to tell me?" He asked. I could tell that it was taking everything in him not to snap on me right now and it was taking everything in me not to cry right now. "I ain't got all fucking day, Julliet." He gritted.
"You got somewhere else to be?" I clapped back.
"No." He shrugged.
"Well have some patience with me. Damn." I mumbled. He narrowed his eyes at me for the attitude, I guess.
"Don't ask for patience, cause I'm not." He retorted. His irritability very evident.
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I only sat there and stared at the contents he threw on the table, while I could feel him burning a hole into my face.
"What the fuck are these about, Julliet!" He finally snapped as he picked a card with my pills up and dropped it back in the desk just as abruptly before balling his fist and banging the desk one good time, startling both Heather and myself.
"Geo, I'm going to ask you to calm down." Heather pleaded, but he only kept his gaze fixed on me as his face contorted into an angry frown.
I couldn't bring myself to answer for many reasons. One being, I was skipping my pills and didn't use Plan Bs after. Two, I've known about my pregnancy for two weeks now and never once did I mention it to him. Three, I was no longer pregnant.
What if I made the wrong decision and he actually wanted the baby? What if he hates me because of it? Why didn't I just own up to my mess?
"Julliet, it's obvious that you've already made a mistake, so just talk to your husband now while you have the chance." Heather advised. I looked at her, seeing the sympathetic look on her face, then I looked back at himto see that his glare never faltered. I was so scared right now. I didn't know what the hell to say or do.
"If you're not going to explain what the fuck those are supposed to represent. Explain this one."
He pulled the small, empty press and seal bag with the word Misoprostol scribbled on it in my doctor's handwriting from his other pocket and threw it on to the desk with everything else. It was the bag which contained my abortion pill. I decided to take the pills rather than have an in-clinic procedure done.
"At first, when I found your cards with the missed pills and I found the test and confirmed that you really were bleeding as if you had your period by going through our bathroom trash, I thought you were going through a miscarriage on your own and I felt bad about it. I felt like, I always missed the signs when it came to you. I began feeling like a terrible husband for not noticing that you had been going through the loss of a baby on your own. I felt like I was never able to see your pain. Then, I found that." He pointed to the bag. "I didn't know what the fuck was a Misoprostol, but I googled it. Congratulations Julliet." He gritted. "You got pregnant and chose not to tell me, then you had an abortion without saying shit to me." He shook his head angrily and scoffed. "I thought we had a better bond than that." He angrily pushed his chair away as he stood up. "Thanks for your time, Heather." He said as he stormed out of the room.
I got up to go after him, but was stopped by Heather.
"Julliet, sit." She demanded. "Let him go. He probably needs time to himself and it's not best to try to talk while he's that angry." She assured me, causing me to sit back down in my chair. I scooped up all the things Geo had littered across her desk and dropped them into my purse.
Unable to fight the feeling anymore, tears rolled down my cheeks and my son's grew louder.
