Chapter 3

"Ana, you look exhausted. Try to sleep a little bit"

I am indeed. Today was a day I really want to forget. But then I remember "Kate, and if Christian knocks on the door?"

"Then I'll make you guys talk. You know I never liked him very much, but I want to see you happy and the only way you are ever gonna feel happy again is when you work things out. If you're not staying together, it doesn't matter, I'll support you anyway". She looks serious.

"Thank you again, Kate. You're the best".

"Now sleep, Ana" she's so bossy. Remind me of someone.

...

I try hard to close my eyes, but when I do I keep thinking about how he felt after reading my letter and what he's doing at the moment.

Suddenly, Kate comes in "Ana, he's here" oh my god, I knew this was going to happen. I get up and go to the living room.

He's there. Sitting on the couch, with hands covering his beautiful face. He's been crying, I can tell. He lifts his head and sees me.

"Hi" I try to sound normal, but it's impossible.

"Ana, we need to talk. You see, I didn't come here right away because I wanted to think about what I was going to say to you, but then I see you here and everything just fades away" oh Fifty, I feel the exact same way. "I read your letter, and I still haven't figured out how I feel about your words". I sit next to him on the couch, making an extra effort not to touch him with my legs.

"Christian, I love you and I always will, but I can't and won't force you to stay with me if you don't want this child" I put my hands on my belly "I want to raise this baby I'm carrying and I feel like is all my fault. Me getting pregnant, you walking out on me, everything".

"Ana, I thought about this. It takes two to make a baby, and I'm not the kind of man who runs away from responsibilities. I still think it was too soon, but now it's done. I'm not ready to become a father, actually I don't know if I ever would be ready, but if I am going to be one, better be the woman I love and chose to spend the rest of my life with" he's sincerity leaves me breathless. "Please" he continues "let me take you home. I need you".

"Oh, Christian" putting my hands on the sides off is face I kiss him passionately. He reciprocates immediately and starts planting soft kisses on my nose, my forehead and my eyes. Moments later, I break the kiss.

"I have to tell Kate" and then I walk towards her room "Kate, we've made up. Thank you so much, I love you".

She smiles "Great, I'm really happy for you! Stop thanking me!" I laugh. "Grab your stuff and go to your husband".

And I do. We walk hand in hand, he with my suitcase on the other until we reach his car.

The short ride to Escala is silent. We sad everything we needed at the apartment.

...

When we enter the apartment, I go straight to our room. And to think I wouldn't live here anymore. This place is filled with so many memories. I sense his presence before I am able to see him.

"Ana, I'm going to work a little. I'll be in the living room" this man just doesn't stop.

"Ok, I'll try to sleep then". There's tension between the two of us, and I don't understand why. I thought we had gone through every topic of conversation half an hour ago. Trying to break it, I hug him tightly for a second and he shifts, moving away from me.

"Christian, what's wrong?"

"Ana, I still have to talk to you about something" oh my God, what have I done? "I'm not sure if I can trust you. You told me you were never going to leave again, and then going gets tough and that's the first thing you do". I'm speechless. He's so right. I'm a coward.

"I know" I shudder, "I'm very immature when it comes to this. I just thought I was protecting you somehow by leaving you. I didn't want to be a weight on your shoulders".

"Protecting me from what?" He asks, not quite getting my words.

"Responsibilities, I guess. Life as a father".

"Stop blaming yourself! I told you it's our fault. And what's done is done. We're going to be parents".

"I see you're not really looking forward to this" I say without thinking. He changes the subject.

"Go to sleep, Ana. I'll come in an hour".

I change into one of this t-shirts, close my eyes and dream about a little copper haired girl. A female version of my love.