If I didn't have a huge seven-month-old belly, I would have jumped out of my chair with the joy that filled my soul. December started off on the right foot and with the response from a publishing house, which took my proposal seriously, I couldn't feel better.It was my opportunity, my moment to bring to light a book that many times I wanted to delete, that I put down, that I paused, that I even thought was absurd. Our story was behind each paragraph, captured between the lines of each chapter. Knowing that one day not too far away "A Whisper In The Storm" would be behind the windows of a bookstore or store, filled me with satisfaction and happiness.“Love? Ismail inquired, finding me still stupefied looking at the laptop screen”I turned to him with a huge smile."Do you remember my manuscript?" I questioned ecstatically, covering my lips.“Of course, I read it all, you couldn't have told our story in a better way. It's perfect, you told me about your plans to send it to a publisher,
"Good evening, Ismail”But the rest did not last long. It was barely two in the morning when I started to feel pain, the contractions had accelerated, although it was not the first time I had the experience, I was terribly scared because the baby had come early. My eyes widened when I saw that I had wet the bed. I woke up Ismail feeling the next contraction go through me.He blinked in excitement at the scene."Mariané, take a deep breath, we'll go to the hospital immediately" she spoke quickly, and dressed at the speed of light.I didn't even answer him, the pain twisted me to the core. I just wanted this baby out of me anymore."It shouldn't be happening to me right now!" I exclaimed, letting out another groan.The doctor had given me a date for the end of January.“I know honey. But it is also common for them to hurry, everything will be fine. Breathe in and out, please”“I tried to do what it told me, but it wasn't working. Suddenly the pain subsided, I breathed again with relief.
"She's cute, mom." Can I stay with her? Lizzy asked, holding on to the crib where Malak slept.I was going to answer him when Ismail arrived."It's time to go to bed, princess" her father objected, lifting her up in his arms, immediately showering her with kisses, making her burst out laughing."Are you going to read me a story? Brenda is not here, please, please" she insisted, joining her little hands in a plea."Of course, my love" he continued with the pampering, shortly after he placed her on the ground, caressed her crown. Wait for me in your bedroom."Okay, daddy." The girl turned to me with open arms. Good night mom."Rest, little angel” I whispered kissing his cheek.When we were alone, I looked at Ismail. I cut every inch between us, wrapping myself around his neck on tiptoe. Playful, he touched our noses, with a smile on his lips that was tempting me to kiss him.“What are you waiting for? she inquired sensually, inciting, exposing her desire by fixing her gaze on my mouth”
The wind was blowing strong and relentless and that constant tapping on the glass woke me up. The voracity contained in the ferocious turns hitting the window of my room, did not allow me to sleep well; Tired of tossing and turning in bed, of curling up on the bedspread without falling asleep, I got up. I had to rub my eyes and shine my phone's flash to get my bearings a bit.The storm was doing its thing outside. I hugged myself, wrapping my arms around myself. Most likely, the light returned until the storm had subsided. I stumbled out, still sleepy. I went to Isaac's room, there I found him succumbed to rest. From the frame of his bedroom, I watched him with a half smile. He was an incredible child, he did not flinch at the noise of lightning, or thunder. However, the brave little boy who slept peacefully was also delicate and susceptible to cat and dog allergies. In addition to being afraid of the dark, but sleeping deeply, he was not terrified that everything was gloomy around hi
“No! I screamed hysterically. I can't do it, Kelly” I walked in circles. In the end I collapsed, broken, on the sofa. Everything stopped at the wrong time, I felt at a dead end. Life pushed me towards him. She didn't want to see him, find him again, and have to hold his gaze in an unreadable struggle.“It was going to happen at any moment, you have to assume it as an adult” He assured sitting next to me.“You do not get it. I pointed out with a bitter smile” Anger, worry and anxiety all inside of me, a cold war."Believe me so, Marianne" she refuted, caressing my shoulders. When you see him, you don't have to go to the point and tell him about Isaac, everything will be at the right time, when you think it's convenient.“No, I'll talk to Anastasia and ask her to reassign the interview to Valentina” I spoke determined.“No more evasion, Marianne. Face the situation, and don't hide like a coward” she advised with that tone of a mother who wants the best for her son, but no, it was my fri
We were starting to ascend.“Darrelle Al-Murabarak” he blurted out without looking at me.I felt my heart skip a beat. I would have preferred not to ask, she was the one Ismail told me about once, different from him, disunited, or at least there was no close relationship between them.“I…”"You don't have to tell me anything" she hastened to say, putting a hand to her forehead. “I'm aware of the situation, but I didn't think I'd find you like this; I didn't imagine meeting you in an elevator by chance. Ismail never introduced you to dad and me. What are you doing here?”I was silent for a few seconds, while I processed the information; spinning an answer became difficult.“I work at Magnani, I've come to interview your brother, I explained with an abrasion in my voice”“I'm so sorry for what happened to you, it must not have been easy...” I've learned to live with it, don't worry. I interrupted awkwardly.I didn't want her pity, her regret, that she continues to babble about an appreh
There was not so much tension that now cornering what became of us. The invisibility of an imaginary wall did not interfere, nothing to prevent its disturbing closeness. It didn't do me good to have him a few inches away.“Ismail…”"Tell me I'm not delusional or something" He inspected my face, caressing my cheek until it brought the crimson embarrassment over my complexion.I forced myself to stand back and pretend it didn't affect me at all."You shouldn't be surprised that he's here, you knew beforehand that he would come" I replied using an icy tone."I thought another Marianne Lombardi would arrive" he whispered, outlining a smile. He was joking, and he was doing it in an unfunny moment, I'm really glad you're here.I swallowed hard, why was he smiling? was he doing it on purpose? He knew how much he could make me nervous and he wasn't helping me. Suddenly a dangerous heat enveloped me, I tried to appease it by backing away from its scorching physiognomy.“Flower…”"Don't call me
Three suspension points.So, I closed the laptop and went to open the door for Kelly. She came with her boyfriend, so I was embarrassed to walk with those looks. Raising an eyebrow in the direction of my friend, I was reproaching her for warning before bringing her fiancé.Not for anything bad, but to get ready and not show up in my pajamas. From her I received a smile that translated to: I'm sorry, Marianne, I'll let you know next time.I wish it did."Come in, how are you, Sean?" Excuse me, my outfit, I whispered with a half-smile."You're still looking, Bella" he crooned in his quaint European accent, greeting me with a kiss on each cheek.I looked over her beefy shoulder at Kelly, she shrugged. The Italians were so cute, chivalrous, a perfect combination hard to find and in him, hard to elude. Sean was all of that, plus he brought me closer to my roots, which made me see him in a special way, a friend. She couldn't have done better than him. They coupled up, I was an eyewitness to