The Italian's Proposal

Chapter 5

Chapter five

Melody sat in the back of the car, next to a pleased Timothy. Could it be the most perfect name? Maybe. He could have been named Christian and had a room for wild, forbidden sex.

She blushed just thinking about that sitting next to the most sensual man she'd ever seen in her life.

"Are you all right? You look red," he was worried, maybe thinking something was wrong with her because of the baby.

Oh, Greek God, if he knew he got me like this. He was thinking about the baby she was carrying in her womb, about her safety and security, it was more than anyone she knew had ever done, including her parents. She found out when she was a month pregnant, she didn't know how to tell her parents, and all the more reason she might have had, considering that they had reacted in the same way she had calculated. She knew them, she had made the right decision by delaying the news, so they had not been able to force her to terminate her pregnancy.

Twenty-two years old! She was not a girl, she was an adult, newly adult, but one, after all. She was responsible for her actions, actions she had committed under the influence of alcohol and the heat she felt between her legs for being in love for the first time. A fictitious love that had not been reciprocated. She never thought that what she had read about in the romantic novels could happen to her, so cautious, having her first boyfriend while in college and look what a disaster she had ended up in.

Just another one of the bunch. One for the collection of idiots who lost her virginity to the first idiot who paid attention to her.

It was going to be medieval torture for her to be locked in the car with him.

"I'm fine," she said looking out the window.

"Why don't you have health insurance if you're pregnant? Doesn't Doyle pay you enough? I can talk to him to get that taken care of. No woman should have to go through necessities while in a state of gestation."

"State of gestation," she repeated as if it were a joke.

"What? Don't tell me you don't know what gestational state is," he commented wryly.

"I'm not stupid. I'm in college and studying veterinary medicine."

"I don't think you're an idiot. Your eyes say enough, and your intelligence shows. What I don't understand is why you don't have health insurance."

He wasn't going to let it go. Melody had tried to distract him, making fun of his correct way of speaking and expressing himself. It was obvious that they were from different worlds. He, from a refined and polished one, one where everything moved with money, and she from one where parents slammed the door in their daughters' faces for a misguided love affair.

Melody was used to getting from college to home, those had been the rules to be able to study at a college that was relatively far from home. In the end trying to get out of her parents' skirt and excessive care had ended in a colossal and epic disaster, as she had fallen in love and let herself be duped by the worst. Life had repaid her desire to walk away in spades. She had walked away from the stranglehold of her parents as she used to call it, but she had also walked away from her life, from her family.

She had met Richard in her second year of veterinary school, she was immediately attracted and excited, an instant had been enough to make her wish he would at least give her a look and exchange a couple of words with her, and he had. Richard had shown her more than interest, he had given her the attention she had so longed for and without realizing it, in less than a week she had fallen in love with him.