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Chapter 49: Galene @ 1.7x nhs

Chapter 49: Galene @ 1.7x nhs

Gal was on a business trip. They suddenly sent her off back to Pontevedra, this time on a commercial airline. It seemed fancy privileges were only applicable when being with Greg, but she wouldn’t want to get the jet, anyway. It was bad enough that she was going back there, a place where he inhabited her memories.

She simply agreed. It wasn’t her project, and she shouldn’t be the one to be sent there, but she didn’t care. She didn’t pay attention to anything anymore, the work, her colleagues, the Timeshaver app. She just went on by, day by day, while her belly kept growing.

As soon as she reached the city, she attacked an ice-cream, double-decked. With chocolate sprinkles, and none of that bitter chocolate crap. The business meeting could wait for a bit. She had cravings to consider. It was one of the Teucrinos’ joints. There were photos and holos and scarves with Spain’s colours everywhere. His records written in bronze plaques on the walls. These guys were crazy about him. It was nice; they had something to feel proud about, and they didn’t hold back on their enthusiasm. Her own suggestion to the company had given them plenty of resources to be there at Teucer’s every championship.

There wasn’t one now, so the people at the cafe were normal guys and girls, chatting, having ice cream like hers, drinking coffee. Ordinary folks.

Then she noticed the man across the cafe, sitting on a table, and she threw the ice cream at him.

“f**k you!”

“Hello, Gal.”

“I said, f**k you.” She got up and stormed away, but fat cows like her couldn’t really storm away that easily. The patrons stared and whispered among them, or took video with their phones.

Greg ran up to her and fell on his knees. He hugged her belly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“f**k. Y-”

“Yes,” he nodded deeply. “Yes, you have every right to be mad.”

“Mad? Mad? I’m not mad.” Gal slapped him on the head many times. He just covered his eyes and took the blows.

“I only learnt about our baby yesterday. I swear.”

“Well, if you had called, I could have told you weeks ago. So: f**k, you.”

“I’m sorry. I was terrified to go outside. I had… Artemis hunted me. It… I needed therapy, I could barely function.”

“And I could? You left me!” She slapped him once more.

“To save you, they were chasing me.”

“Not then, you moron. After that.”

“Yes, right. I’m sorry.”

“Three months!”

“Yes. I have no excuse, really.”

“Three, goddamn months! I’m a balloon now. Look at me.”

“Yes.” Greg took out a little velvety box from his pocket and opened it to her. It had a ring in it. The cafe patrons gasped. “Will you marry me?”

“f**k you! And why would I, since the baby isn’t yours?”

He waited, on one knee, covered in ice cream, ring presented.

“No, really. I slept with five guys. Or six. I can’t remember. It’s not yours.”

“I’m so sorry. Please let me make it up to you. Just give me the chance. Will you marry me?”

“f**k you. Malaka.”

She stormed off, and he followed. It was easy for him to catch up with her, him being a man and her being a fat cow. They went across half the city that way in the weirdest chase/proposal, ever.