Chapter 4
I was sitting in the car staring at the ultrasound photo. I was eight weeks. This means that the child had been conceived when Patch and I walked away from the marriage of Vee and we left at that motel. Vee ... I've to call her !, I thought.
"I think we should first tell your mother, right?" I told Patch.
"You're right ... How will she take it?" I asked.
"I don't know angel."
A few minutes later we arrived at got out of the car and in the blink of an eye, without me noticing, was on the other side and I opened the door. "Patch, what are you doing?" I asked. In the many years that we were together it never happened that I opened the car door. He smiled. "For my two angels that and more," he told me happier than ever. "Oh my god You're not going to put myself in a bubble for the next seven months,is not it?" I asked with a hint of irritation. I hated being treated like I was a piece of glass.
"I do not want you there ... something happens, angel" he said. I got out and walked towards the door ingresso.I opened the door and entered, followed by Patch.
After I put something more comfortable, my stomach began to grumble and Patch began to laugh. "Are you hungry angel," he asked smiling at me. I nodded all red. It was only half past four in the afternoon, and I wanted to eat a whole ox. "What do you want to eat?" I asked Patch. I thought about it and I realized that I had a great desire of some pickles, so I communicated to him Patch, who went to look for them in the fridge, but found nothing. "Angel, there aren't have to choose somethi ..." but he could not finish the sentence because he was interrupted by my tears. He closed the fridge and walked over to me, "What have you got angel?". He was very worried. "Listen to the case of severe pain in the belly?" Increasingly worried and asked me with a hint of panic in the eyes.I shaked head, sobbing and pulling on the sighed and later added, "And then what happens?"
"It ... is ... is ... is that I had a great desire to a couple of pickles," I said, sobbing louder.
Patch looked at me without understanding why I had cried for such a thing and frankly even I understood what was happening to me.
"Okay, angel. I'm going to the supermarket to buy them," he said with a crying and my eyes lit up and put my arms around his neck. "Thank you, Patch," I said squeezing harder.
It had been a few minutes that Patch had gone to fetch the pickles when someone rang the got up from the couch, where I was accommodated and went behind the door. "Who is it?" I asked hesitantly. "Taht's me, my darling," said a familiar voice. Mom, I thought. I opened the door and I was the beaming face of my mother. "Mom," I said smiling. "Hello darling!" She said hugging me. We entered the house and we sat in the living room on the couch. "And Patch?" I asked curiously. "He 's gone for a moment to the supermarket to buy some things. But you were not in one of your trips? "
"I came back first! Surprise ! "she said, laughing, and I followed her. "Nora, dear, I see a little 'pale ... are you not well?" He asked suddenly.
I stood motionless. I didn't want to tell her about the child without Patches, but I had to tell was always my mother, the grandmother of my baby.
"Look Mom ... I have to tell you something ..." I began hesitantly and fearfully.
"Tell me darling." She said to me, taking my hands unknowingly had begun to tremble.
"I ... I ..."
"You ...?" I urged
"I'm pregnant mom." Said in one breath.
