Page 20 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“You stay away from Antonella, or I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I wouldn’t try it; you know damn well you don’t have the fucking guts, skill, or will to fucking kill me.”
“Yeah, but I’m not alone; I have my brothers.”
“You pussy motherfucker! You need your brothers to fight me! I never thought that you would shaft me like this! First, you were my brother, and now you’re my fucking nemesis. I don’t fucking understand why you’re so keen on separating us. I bet your Mamma is okay with us being together. I can’t figure out why you’re interfering in our relationship, but when I do, you’re going to fucking pay.”
I release him, slap his face a couple of times, grinding my molars. Then, finally, I take a step back, ready to beat the shit out of him if he gives me any more attitude.
The fucker needs to think about what I said and keep me updated.
“I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow.”
Four
Antonella
Weeks later.
I walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the towel in my wet hair. I brush my long hair, looking into the mirror looking at my flat tummy. I grab my hair, pulling the scrunchie through my long locks into a ponytail.
Oh yes, that shower was what I needed to relax. It’s that time of day; I know it because it’s like an internal clock that tells me it’s six. Nicola always called me at six to see what I wanted to do.
Fucker!
I look at my cell phone, and then I look out my bedroom window looking for him. My eyes tear up, and I wipe the tears with my shaking hand.
I can’t believe that Nicola just disappeared, and he didn’t even have the balls to tell me why. I need to get away, at least for a few days or weeks. I took some days off; I hope Mamma will call my Zia to see if I can visit. Maybe Zia will let me stay with her because I don’t want Jacob to know that I’m pregnant; I don’t want the asshole to tell Nicola.
I don’t want the fucker to know about the baby.
Not now.
Yeah, maybe someday I’ll tell Nicola but not now.
If Nicola could leave me like an old shoe, then he doesn’t need to know about the baby.
If Nicola didn’t love me enough to fight and keep me, then what should my baby expect from that bastard?
I thought that he was perfect.
I would never have believed this would happen.
I could go and look for him, but it would be fucking embarrassing if he pushes me away. I don’t think that I can stand it.
Yeah, some would say that I’m too proud; damn right I am.
I should just accept that Nicola is not coming back, that he doesn’t care about me. So, I’m going to start showing in a little; I have a doctor's appointment, I think I’m four months along. I’ve been taking prenatal pills, but they’re so huge and make me nauseous.
I’m so sad; the days have been passing fast; it’s almost Valentine’s day. Nicola always did something special; I know that it’s going to be a hard day for me.
I walk down the hall and into the kitchen, sniffing the delightful aroma.
“Mamma, that really smells delicious! I’m so hungry,” I say, walking into the kitchen, rubbing my tummy.
“The spaghetti is almost done,” Mamma says, stirring the sauce.
I walk over to stand to look into the pot, inhaling the delicious smell, my stomach growls.
