Lydia

Chapter 32 "Return"

Lydia

It had been six months since Anastasia and Peter ot married.

Six whole months had passed as quickly as the running water.

Everything was going well, as it had to be somehow.

Anastasia and Peter were now living happily at Peter's house, but not alone.

It had been a month that my sister had brought to the world her son, little Constantine, named after our father.

Peter had absolutely adored his baby boy, since the moment he held him for first time.

The day Anastasia gave birth and I visited them at the hospital, Peter ran at my side and said happily: I became a father Lydia!! Can you believe it?? I'm a father now!!

He was crying out of happiness and was smiling all the time.

He didn't leave my sister alone even for a second during her pregnancy. He was helping and taking care of her a lot.

He was the best husband as he had promised.

They were very happy and I was happy watching them.

The day they got married and left for their wedding trip, me and my siblings talked to our parents.

Thank God that the couple had left, because if Anastasia was in front of my mother the moment that we were revealing the truth, she would have killed her for sure.

My mum was really mad at her. In the beginning, neither her nor my father could believe such a thing about their big daughter.

She was always quiet, patient and obedient.

My mother actually was shouting that she didn't want to see her again and from now and then she had only two daughters, not three.

My father was trying to calm and think wisely, but it was clear as day that he was very upset.

He wasn't angry with his daughter, he was just shocked. It wasn't easy for him to accept it.

The couple returned from abroad after one month and they were living at Peter's house.

They were also shocked because of my reaction and because of my idea to help them get married.

Of course me and Markella had returned to my parents' house and we were living with them again.

Me and my siblings had kept touch with our sister and we were visiting her very often. Anastasia also needed help with her pregnancy.

My parents hadn't visited her since she returned. My mother out of anger and my father out of confusion.

He wanted to see his daughter, he had missed her a lot, but he didn't know what to tell her, how to talk to her.

When I had talked in private with him, he had expressed his fear and feelings to me. He had also told me that he was feeling guilty.

He just needed time, both of them actually.

I told my sister about it and I managed to calm her enough, but every negative emotion vanished when my sister gave birth.

Both my parents were swimming in seas made of happiness when they learned that they had became grandparents for fourth time.

My father forgot any fear and confusion and my mother completely forgot her anger, like she had never felt it, like she was never mad at her daughter.

Their relationship with their daughter was much better than before, especially when they learned that the baby would be named after our family.