Infertile.
That one word. As soon as the doctor said it, I could see his face slip. He couldn't bare it. His dreams were shattered. He couldn't ever have a child of his own blood with me. The one he called, 'His one and only true love.'
I was a disappointment. Not only to myself but to Gilbert.
XxXxXxX
Chiara woke up, stretching her arms out, hoping that the stupid German wasn't making some shitty potato breakfast. That was her job. That bastard better not be making food. If he was, she would personally kill him.
Climbing out of bed, she went to the kitchen to find it surprisingly empty. No sound of sizzling potatos. Hmm, maybe he was sitting his fat ass on the toilet. Walking out of the kitchen to the bathroom hallway, she saw the light was off. Okay, not the bathroom. Not the bedroom. Not the kitchen. Where the fuck was he?
Going back to the bedroom, she took her phone, intent on chewing his ear out when he answered.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
Damn bastard.
Ri- "Hello, this is Gilbert Beilschmidt. The awesome one of the two! If it's important, leave a message. If it isn't, go call my brother." Beep.
Chiara hung up the phone in a rage. Fuck it! She knew why he left. The doctor told her she could never have a baby of his own and he couldn't deal with it. He was probably off fucking that blonde Canadian slut he loved so much. Especially since she could have a child and Chiara couldn't.
XxXxXxX
By the next two days, Chiara knew he wasn't coming home. He didn't love her anymore. She was done for. She couldn't be loved anymore. I mean, who would love a freak? She thought to herself.
Everyone else could have their own child, but not her. The blonde Canadian slut could, her stupid sister could, the creepy Russian could, The obnoxious American could, the fucking Belgian could, the annoying Norwegian could. Just not her.
Why? Why her? She never did anything bad. She prayed every night, she didn't do anything bad. Why should she be punished? Fuck her life. Her new boyfriend would be the Ben & Jerry's and stupid tomatoes.
XxXxXxX
Gilbert walked through the door, peering in slightly to make sure that she was there to rip her throat out when he walked in. Living room clear. Good. Walking down the hall, he entered the bedroom and saw her sleeping.
His beautiful girlfriend. The way her hair fell around her face when she was sleeping, how her eyes darted under her eyelids as she thought about something deep, her beautiful skin which he loved to run his fingers over when they were sleeping together. How he loved this crazy Italian girl of his.
That's when she woke up. "What the fuck?!" She yelled at the German.
"Wait, Chiara, I did it."
"Did fucking what? Leave me here while you went and screwed your stupid fuck buddies? Went and nailed a couple of whores?"
"No!" Gilbert was outraged that she could make those assumptions about him. Maybe she had her reasons but it wasn't those. "I made sure that you could always trust me. I got fixed."
"What?!" Her face was tied between love and wonderment.
"I made sure to find a way to be together." Now it was all love. She got up and hugged that stupid German she loved.
"Thank you. Oh and bastard, leave me here again and I will personally castrate you."
"Love you too, Chiara."