chapter 11
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Marius fitzy narrating:
— Your brother arrived here with a red face and said that a woman had beaten him —said our mother— what happened for him to arrive like that?
— That slap was well deserved to start — I said, seeing my brother look at me indignant.
— I didn't do anything much — he said, getting up and walking towards me.
— Did nothing? You called her a b***h — I said.
— And you believed her? — he said seriously.
— Coming from you, I believe in anything, because it's not new that I've seen you treat women like objects and curse words —I said— have you forgotten that you keep talking bad about Miss Avellar without her having done anything.
— What? —Said mama— I didn't raise you to be badmouthing and treating people like that, no Cristian Noah fitzy.
— See if Cristian grows up and learns to respect people — I said, putting my hand on his shoulder — our mother didn't raise you to be a shitty-spoiled brat.
He smacked my arm to get away from me.
— I'm not going to stay here listening to a lecture — he said seriously, moving away from us and leaving to leave.
— I don't know what I'm going to do with him anymore —said mom, lamenting.
— This is all your and dad's fault —I said— if you hadn't put your hands on his head so much, he wouldn't be like this.
— I made a mistake and I know it... Your father and I ended up throwing all the weight of responsibility on you and ended up leaving Cristian too free.
— Exactly, but he's been like that since he was a child, because Eliza was raised just like Cristian, and she's even more responsible than I am — I said, sitting next to her and sighing.
— I don't know what happened to him —he said sadly— but why was he all nervous and spitting fire with that woman from the company.
— So... maybe I have a daughter — I said and saw my mother widen her eyes — but just maybe.
— Marius Dean fitzy, what's the matter — she said.
— I still don't know if it's true, she showed up at the company saying that the child was my daughter and at first I didn't believe it, but she said that we met at the nightclub and that she ended up getting pregnant that day —said — now think with me, Cristian said that I had s*x with a brunette, anyway, and that was all at the club.
I was drunk that day, I don't even remember anything to tell you the truth and that could have happened... or not, but even so it's enough to leave me in doubt, so tomorrow I'm going to do a DNA test to be sure.
— You don't seem to be nervous or freaking out about it — said mom— she could be a scammer, I'm not saying she is, but we have to be suspicious.
— I know, but I think it's better to leave judgments for after the exam comes out — I said — if that's a lie then you can say what you want, I don't like to judge people without being sure if they are really lying or doing something wrong.
— I'm so proud of the man you've become — she said, all proud.
— I had a good upbringing, and as much as you have taken my foot and made me have many responsibilities, today I have an idea of what it is to suffer the consequences of my actions and I always think before I act.
— Too bad we made a mistake on that point with your brother —she lamented.
— He will learn one day, he just needs something or someone to help him drive this change — I said.
— We can't help him with that... he doesn't even listen to us, and the other people he gets involved with think exactly like him.
— He really needs to review his circle of friends and his social life to really change —I said— walking with people like that he will only get worse.
— Well then, what's the name of that woman and maybe her daughter? Mom asked curiously.
— Her name is Victoria, and the baby's name is Helena — I said.
— Your grandmother's name — said my delighted mother.
— Can you believe it, if I was already delighted with the little pink thing, now knowing that it carries the name of a special person for me made me even more delighted.
— Little pink thing —he said, smiling— I want to meet them.
— Tomorrow, you could accompany us to the clinic to do the exam — I suggested.
— I would love to.
After that we talked a little more, but as it was getting late I had to leave.
[...]
Arriving at my apartment, I see that everything is silent and no sign of anyone awake, I walk to the guest room and open the door slowly.
I watch Victoria sleep soundly as the little pink thing next to her fidgets, she's wearing the little clothes I bought her. She smiled silly at that scene.
I stay a few seconds watching, and then the baby stops moving and stays still, I look at her tummy and see her go up and down slowly.
She left, and I went to my room with a new feeling in my chest, I liked that scene and wanted to see it more often.
I take a shower and go back to my room, where I fall into bed and quickly fall asleep.
[...]
Victoria Becker narrating:
I wake up very early to breastfeed Helena, I watch her breastfeed quickly, yesterday I was exhausted, and I slept very early, but even though I'm tired I still sleep very lightly and anything makes me wake up.
I was like that after my father started using drugs, I was afraid to sleep and something would happen, well, with time my body got used to it and I became a light sleeper.
Just yesterday I felt the presence of someone in the bedroom door and I saw that it was Marius looking at us, I didn't feel threatened or uncomfortable with that, so I decided to pretend I was sleeping.
He didn't notice and just after a few minutes he left. Helena didn't wake up and much less cry during the night because even before she woke up I was already putting her to breastfeed and rocking her so that she would be quiet. Today is the day we are going to do the DNA test, I'm anxious, but I already know what the result will be.
That feeling of constant danger and insecurity disappeared, now I really feel that my life is going to change.
—Good morning — I looked at the door seeing Marius only dressed in sweatpants, the elastic of his underwear appeared making him even sexier.
His strong, muscular chest, his thick arms, and his scent…he smells strong and distinctive.
— Good morning — I replied.
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