Amelia remained static for a couple of seconds, not knowing exactly what she should do, whether to let go of the child or continue carrying him in her arms. She chose the first option as the best; she did not know what was in Maximiliano's eyes, but she did not want him to misinterpret the situation, although on the one hand, she knew there was nothing to misinterpret in the scene of her carrying the child and giving him the tea she had prepared with so much effort."I'm sorry," she apologized, trying to put Dylan down, but he clung to the woman's shoulders, who watched as Maximiliano continued to stand there, saying absolutely nothing, "I just wanted to give him tea," she explained, "That's why I carried him... I'm sorry" She did not know to what degree Maximiliano liked to his son to be carried, especially when he was not present."You don't have to apologize," the man reassured her, walking towards Amelia; there was something in Maximiliano's eyes, something different, but she coul
Maximiliano had always hated his father, even though he hadn't known him very well, and the memories he had about him were too vague to pay attention to; his mother had always told him that he had to forgive to heal, but it was impossible for him to forgive a man who had abandoned him to his fate. His grandfather had always hated the man his daughter had married, and that was why he had always thought of leaving him in misery, so that he could learn a lesson, but he had never been so cruel, and perhaps, the incapacity not being able to be really cruel, had been inherited by his grandson, who was looking at the floor in a lost way.Dylan was sleeping, his grandfather wasn't there, Amelia was in another room in that house, they didn't usually spend any time together, only when his grandfather was there, and he found himself observing absolute nothingness, immersing himself in memories, thoughts, emotions. He had cried three times, breaking down and then coming together again, not even a
She didn't know her brain was capable of dealing with so much stress, until dealing with stress had become her only alternative. She hadn't been able to silence her mind and the constant chatter it kept up; she had practiced dozens of times, how she would tell her mother that she had married a man for money, and nothing came to her mind, nothing strong enough for her mother not to give her a life lesson for doing what she had done, which she knew was unacceptable for the religion to which the woman belonged, on another occasion, she would not have given a damn if her mother did not agree with what she was doing, however, she knew that one of the factors that worsened all the illnesses that her mother had, was stress, one to which she would inevitably subject her that afternoon.Maximiliano had told her that they would stay in that room until his grandfather left so that they could visit Amelia's mother and explain everything to her, he had been tempted to ask the woman the reason for
Maximiliano sighed, almost in Amelia's face."I don't think it's best for you to yell at your mother, Amelia.""I wasn't going to yell at her," she lied, "It's just… infuriating, it's just that"."I know, but yelling at her won't make her cooperate with us.""And what will you do then?" When she wants to, it's a pain in the ass, if she says no, it's no, especially when it comes to her religion" Amelia sighed, the whole situation kept her in deep stress. "I don't know what we'll do, she... I don't think she'll accept, I'm so sorry...""I could tell my grandfather that your mother got sick and that she has to postpone the visit, and if he says he wants to come see her, we tell him that she has something contagious." Amelia looked at him silently. "You're right, he's not going to believe that story"."I said nothing"."But your eyes did, and you're right: he won't buy a story like that, with how obstinate he is, he'll want to come"."What can we do?""I have no idea, maybe try to convinc
Amelia would never have seen herself being part of a childish game like that, accompanied by a man who was also an adult.Although she couldn't deny that from time to time a smile escaped from her at the clumsiness of Maximiliano's enormous body running to avoid being caught by his son."Ready or not, here I come!" Amelia hid in a corner when she heard Dylan's shrill voice say that, she felt how the little boy passed close to where she was, but without being able to see her. Amelia peeked through the door of one of the rooms, seeing how Maximiliano also looked at the little boy running, the beginning of a smile was seen on the man's lips when he looked at Amelia."Crosses!" he whispered to her, making a gesture with his hand that she didn't quite understand, she didn't understand the reason why he was asking her to cross into the same room where he was, so she remained still in the place her, "Cross over, Amelia!" he insisted."He'll find me out!" The whispers were much louder than th
The first image that Maximiliano encountered when he opened his eyes that morning was certainly unexpected.Amelia, with her eyes closed and her lips barely moving between almost inaudible snores, while her face remained only a few centimeters from his, so much so that he could see a small birthmark that the woman had under her eyebrow, he tried to decipher the shape of that brand, but it did not work, it did not have any shape, but it was beautiful.Maximiliano gasped when he realized how close their faces were, their lips, then he lowered his gaze, realizing that he was hugging her tightly, that he had his left leg on the body of the woman he was suffocating in a hug. "How the hell had that happened?" he wondered, slowly loosening his grip. She didn't remember doing any of that. He didn't remember holding her, much less remembered snuggling into the woman's neck, what the hell had happened while he slept?Maximiliano watched carefully how she stirred when he started to walk away, s
The little boy had not stopped talking the whole way. Amelia was in the back of the car, sitting next to him, answering his particular questions while Maximiliano drove, listening to them in silence. Not even with him did she talk that much, not even that, with enough confidence as from someone she had known all her life. From time to time, the gazes of both adults brushed against each other. They said nothing, but their eyes screamed a lot of things that, in a way, neither wanted to decipher. They looked like any happy family, but they weren't even a family."Dad taught me to read," Dylan said, haphazardly pulling out one of the notebooks his father had stuffed into that overstuffed backpack.Amelia bit her lips, why had he bought so many notebooks for a little boy of only four? She laughed to herself, something told her that just because he had a son, didn't mean he knew too much about children."Yes?" Amelia asked, mentally admitting that talking to Dylan was more dynamic than t
A month had passed since the visit of Amelia's mother to Maximiliano's house, and the grandfather had behaved "normally", although the occasional questions that wanted to set a trap for the woman, did not stop, something told Amelia that she would not stop until all that farce continued.Night had fallen, the days were becoming more and more particular, and her insomnia had not slowed down, much less would it do so as long as she continued to sleep with him.Like every other night, after promising Amelia that he would control her movements while she slept, Maximiliano found himself hugging the woman as she slept, his face pressed against hers. Amelia sighed, hoping that the same thing wouldn't happen the day before when he kissed her in her sleep. It had been a short, awkward kiss on the lips."You didn't stop him, though," her mind whispered, drawing a smile from the woman, who felt the man clench his stomach. She wondered what the hell he was dreaming that he felt the need to cling