In albis - 4
Martha: Why!? Why is God doing this to me?! – shouted Martha when they arrived to the farm – I waited years until he gave me a baby, and he took it away from me until I could have it on my hands – she was crying -. I decided that I would never live something like that, and he's giving me another baby… a baby been born from a sin! Why?! – she let her body felt on Lionel's arms and he hugged her with love.
Lionel: Martha… I'm sure that God is not trying to punish you… because you don't deserve any punishment… - said Lionel sweetly, caressing her hair, her cheek, and her chin – This baby is not that man's one, Martha… This baby will be yours, only yours, just yours… you will be his mother, and he will be your son… And I'm sure that God have gave it to you to apologize about what you had suffered…
Martha hugs Lionel. She was crying more soft now.
Martha: Thanks Lionel… - she put her hand on her cheek to take his face closer to her, and kissed his other one – You really are a good friend… I love to have you close to me…
Then Clark came downstairs.
Clark: Mum, Lionel! I was worried! Were have you been!?
Lionel: We were at the... – he looked at Martha, as if he was asking her if she wanted Clark to know it, or not yet.
Martha: We were at the hospital… - she said, answering to Lionel's look.
Clark: Are you ok? Why did you go there?
Martha started to cry until she could say anything.
Clark: What's the matter?
Martha: Son… - she took his hands while she caressed her tummy – I'm pregnant…
Clark: What?! – he exclaimed – But… how? – then he realised of how much stupid that question was – Oh my god! It can't be possible!
Martha: It is, sweetheart…
Clark: Well… you can abort.
Martha: No! Never!
Clark: But you can have this baby! It's… it's…
Martha: Say it!
Clark: … it's a rapist son!
Lionel: Is your mother's son, too!
Clark: But you don't know which illness can than man had in his blood! Mum, I will not let you to have this baby just because you want to have one!
Martha: I want to have it because it mine!
Clark: And what will you go to say him when he ask you who's his father? Will you tell him that someone raped you and that's the way he was born!?
Martha: I don't know! I will have time to think on this!
Clark: Mum, all people will ask about his father…! If you have this baby you will seemed a bitch for everybody and mad for me! – Martha slapped him and run to the kitchen crying.
Lionel: You shouldn't say that… she's your mother…
Clark: But…
Lionel: No. There's no but here. You know how much she wish to have a baby… he have suffered a lot, she have been raped, Clark! And this baby will be the only good remember she will have from her suffer… Do you really want her to abort? Do you really want her to cry every time he remember that she killed her own son before he could be born? I'm sure that you don't…
Some time later Lionel went to the kitchen to say goodbye to Martha.
Lionel: I should leave now…
Martha: Why? I was making dinner for you…
Lionel: Oh…
Martha: I don't know what you said to Clark, but he came after our argument and he apologized for what happened… He said that he will always be with me, and that he just want me to make my dreams true…
Lionel: He's a good boy… He was just worried about you…
Martha: I know… anyway… thanks, Lionel, thanks again – she smiled to him.
Lionel smiled too and stayed in front of her without say anything.
Martha: What's the matter?
Lionel: Nothing. It's just that… you've smiled…
Martha: Oh! Really? Did I?
Lionel: You did… and I loved it… I love when you smile… - he caressed her hair behind her ear and she blushed – I have been thinking, Martha…
Martha: About what? – she turned round and continued cooking.
Lionel: About your baby… about Clark's words… Maybe I'm taking too much confidence saying this, but… this baby will need a father… I surname which make people to shut up… A good future… well… you know… - his hands were shaking but his voice was strong – What I'm trying to say is that I would really enjoy to be his father…
Martha: What?
Lionel: Please, don't misunderstand me… I… I just mean that…
Martha: I understand you… - she was staring at him – I would be really glad of you being my son's father…
Lionel: Really?
They were feeling each other breathe under their nose, and after a while they find themselves kissing each other.
TO BE CONTINUED…