Solos contra el mundo - Simbar (On hold- updates soon)

13

1/4 of the marathon :)

Finally the day we went back to Argentina came.
Despite the fact that Mexico had grown on me those past few weeks specially because of Emilia, and even the boys, I couldn't want to go back "home".

Mexico would always have a special place for me: it was were I won the Roda Fest, where Emilia really became my best friend, where Simón and I had our night. Mexico was where I found out I was pregnant, where the father of my baby was from. So yes, Mexico was really part of my story.

However, and even though I didn't really have something or someone waiting for me in Argentina, it was good to go somewhere so familiar in times of so much unknown.
Argentina was the place to continue what I had started in Mexico. It represented my future and I was hopeful about him. For the first time in too long I had things to hold on to: this baby and skating.

Thankfully, Emilia and the boys went on the same plane I did, so the ride was more bearable. I loved traveling but I hated planes, they just scared me and if I had to have sat next to Luna, I would probably have jumped middle way.

We had already explained Tobías and Lucas my story with Luna and the guys from Roller, except with Simón that was a whole different drama. They had their mean side as well, which was basically their competitiveness and desire to beat everyone at all time, so they were as excited as we were to be introduced in front of everyone as the new team.

Gary had already planned that the presentation would be two days later, when he reopened Jam & Roller. This way, the night before I had arranged an appointment with my doctor. Thankfully or not, I had already went to the gynecologist when I was younger because I had a lot of my pain during my period. Hopefully I would feel more comfortable since I knew Dr. Flores and she was really nice.

I said my goodbyes to Emilia and the boys, getting in the limo with my new family, something again I was not looking forward to.
The beginning of the ride was fine, I tried to focus on the road and not on what was expecting me. But eventually, when I the minutes and meters until the mansion started to diminish, my anxiety built in. I again found myself shaking my leg, my palms were sweating and even breathing was a bit hard.

I felt a hand on my leg, Monica. She caressed it and gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled back, feeling a bit more comfortable. Even though I was not so kind with Monica she always acted that way with me and it was really nice to know I could count on her, in spite of me not saying out loud.

A few minutes later we finally arrived. I am the first one to leave the limo. Facing the mansion and strangely it looked so different. It was the same place, the same garden, the same color of the walls.
Physically it was exactly the same, but the energy was so different.
I would be walking there for the first time without my godmother, having no idea of where she was. Not only that but now Luna was the important Benson, she was the owner, everything was hers. I was simply Sharon's adoptive daughter who she never recognized as that and who she abandoned.

I heard as Alfredo gave Luna a speech about the meaning of her walking in there that it was as if she had finally met her past and all that. My mind replayed the memory of us on this same spot about 2 years ago. How much had changed...

Finally and after what looked like a ritual, Luna, Alfredo and the Valente walked inside. I felt it was not my place to walk before them and I really wasn't up for Luna's latest replies.
I excused myself upstairs, saying I had a migraine and took my bag with me.

I opened my bedroom door and checked how everything was organized and perfect, just like I always wanted and had my room before. At that time I wasn't exactly like that anymore. The pink on the wall and all the princess cute things didn't represent me. I needed a change there, for me to at least feel more comfortable in here. But that would have to be in another time.

I left my bag inside, taking my shoes off and headed to Sharon's room. A part of me still hoped that she would be there so I knocked, of course with no reply. How much I would give to have her here with me, complaining about me disturbing her rest. At least she would be here and I would feel familyless if that was even a word...

Either way I opened it and noticed how, exactly like mine, it looked as if she had been there a few hours before. The room smelled like the French perfumes she always loved. It was perfectly tidy, just like mine. I obviously had gained that from her.

I closed the door behind me, not wanting anyone to interrupt that moment which was only mine.
I sat on her bed, remembering all the times I had come here at night because I was scared and she would only place her hands in my shoulders and say "Fear is only for weak people and I didn't raise you to be one. It's something in your head. You learn to ignore and it won't bother you anymore."

If she was right that I was the weakest person on Earth at that moment because I was really scared. I was scared for me and for this baby, I was scared for her. I couldn't ignore it like she wanted me to, but I would strong like she taught me to and everything would work out. It had to.

I picked the frame on her bedside table. It was me and her when we first went to Paris. I should have been 10 at that time. It was the most amazing trip for me. I could see how much she liked it and all the plans she had for me there. She was happy and because of that I was more than happy.

I smiled getting up and taking the picture with me. I didn't know she had this picture here... She always so cold when it came to me. It was nove to know I was somehow one of the last things she saw before she went to bed.

I walked back to my room, taking the picture with me and placing it on my own bedside table. This whole experience had changed so much for and about me. However, there was one thing that didn't and that was my love for her. A love that I never felt was equally corresponded or that I couldn't fully show because she wouldn't like that, but which was and would always be there no matter what she did.

I changed into one set of pijamas and went to bed. It was late afternoon and I had not slept the whole flight. I was exhausted, more than usual given for these situations for a obvious reason. The next day would be very important and I wanted to be very well for that. The nice new thing this pregnancy brought was that I fell asleep quite fast.