-We need to talk. - Tamara said.
-Yes. I also think.
They sat on the couch. Irene took out her cell phone, called her mother and asked Alex to sleep there.
-Ready. You can talk. - said Irene.
-I don't even know where to start. - She looked at Irene - I didn't want to have an argument with you today.
-Then you shouldn't have said what you said.
-I know I messed up. But, I had no intention of forbidding you to do anything. I just wanted to protect you.
-Protect me or protect the baby?
-Both.
-I know. Because it seems to me that you treated me like something that only serves to carry your child. - Irene said and started to cry.
-Not. Never. I just wish you could dedicate yourself fully to the pregnancy.
-If I go to work, it does not mean that I will leave aside my duties as a mother.
-I know not. You are a great mother; you have already given me several proofs of that. I just thought it would be better if you stayed home, quiet, with Alex and the baby.
-And become a housewife? Ah, how wonderful.
-No, Irene. I did not mean that. No way. - She started crying - Please, I just thought of your good.
-And since when can you say what is best for me?
-I know... I didn't have that right.
-Tamara, your over-care is unhealthy. I know how to take care of myself, I know when to stop and I know what is best for me. And I have to make these choices.
-You're right. Forgive me?
-I knew that our conversation was going to end like this, so I already came prepared.
-OK. - Tamara got up from the sofa - I'm going to get some things and go to sleep with my father.
-Hey, why? - Irene got up and went after her - Come back here, Tam.
-Wasn't that what you were going to say? Who needs time?
-Of course not.
-Was it worse than that then? - Cried - Are you going to send me away, is that it?
-Can you stop saying nonsense and listen to me?
Tamara wiped away her tears and looked at Irene.
-I thought a lot this afternoon and I came to the conclusion that we cannot live separately, because I am carrying a person in my womb that depends on both of us. And she wouldn't want to know that we argued because of her, for being too careful. Since, our other son, Alex, was abandoned by his parents, who did not want to have an obligation to take care of him. - Irene stopped to cry - We need to be together, more than ever, because a son, who we choose to have, just wants to see that they care about him and, above all, wants us to love each other.
-Does that mean you forgive me?
-I've forgiven you since I left that cafeteria, after remembering how wonderful it was to hear that microscopic heart beat. If there is one thing I want most in life, it is to protect this child from all the evil in the world.
-And I want to help you protect, from your belly until when she is in my arms. Because I also remembered that feeling and it doesn't get any better. And for that, you need to be happy and fulfilled. And if your job gives you that, you must continue. I know exactly how it is, because I love what I do and I don't want to stop.
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Fly con vos (English)
FanfictionThis fic started to be written on a flight, so it literally appeared in the clouds. This is a great reminder to never lose hope. As Tamara herself says: If something bad happens, turn it into something good. So, let's dream!