WEDDING CANCELLATION
The door flickers open, and Andy drags himself inside. I have cried my eyes out.
The eyebags feel so heavy. I can't even afford to look at him.
"I came to get Angel. I wanted to sleep with her in my room tonight. But if you are her then..."
"It's alright, Andy. You can take her." I mumble to him.
I know he needs her. I understand his worries, fears, and insecurities when it comes his daughter. Maria is a big threat at the moment, especially because her motive 't clear yet. The least I can do is to give him my endless support and .
"You too. Let's sleep together tonight, please?" He says.
He is trying his best to act strong, but I can see how this whole Maria thing is him down. He is shuttered and confused too. He can't even look me in the eye. He is cold, cold with fear and defeat. I nod my head, and he Angel up after giving me a faint smile.
The three of us walk out, like a family we could have become in a few hours from if only this witch didn't show up. Karma will get you, Maria, and I hope it so soon! You have no heart, no remorse, you are a real which! You don't even about your own daughter. Talk of selfish and heartless people!
We enter Andy's room, and he lies Angel gently on his bed, tucking her under the . She is so peacefully sound asleep, unaware of the darkness that has befallen house, the dark cloud that has clouded over her family, and clueless about the of monster she has for a mother. The poor kid!
"Can we talk?" I ask, breaking the painful silence between us. He has been staring Angel for minutes, not saying anything. I don't know what he has in mind, or he has to say about my decision, but I know he will understand.
"Sure. What is it?" He turns to me, his eyes darkening with fear. I hate to see him way. It's breaking my heart further.
I would give the world to see the plan go as was initially our plan, to marry him . To be called his legally. To be his wife. But this change, Maria, may the screw her!
"I think it's best if we don't push through with the wedding for now. I can't imagine wedding day without Angel."
I force the words to come out despite the lump blocking my throat. My heart is so as I sputter the words, but this is best for all of us. This is what is right. This what a sensible person should do. It is not all about me anymore, but mostly the two people I love so much. This is for the three of us.
I wait for Andy to say anything, but the only sign of communication he can afford now is one that I don't seem to understand. All he is doing is staring, and until I start to get worried. Did I speak nonsense? He doesn't agree with my ? He has a different opinion? Why this silence and staring?
"Andy?" I call, but before I could say anything else, he pulls me to him for a tight , pressing me to him as if I can stick to his body, or perhaps dissolve in him.
I close my eyes, and let ourselves relax on each other. We need to feel this amidst this dilemma. We need this warmth on this cold night, the cold is penetrating to our insides, tearing our insides into pieces. I hope this ends soon.
We pull away from the hug, but Andy keeps me in his warm protective arms. I I am always safe here, in his strong arms, no matter what.
"I promise you, love, that this all shall be over, and we will get married. You and I have the chance to walk down the aisle without any fears or worries or bothering us. And our daughter will be there with us. That I promise you, love, okay?"
That is the best thing I have heard so far on this cursed night, and I think that is the assurance I needed - that we will have another chance to do what we had . That this isn't the end. And, our daughter? She is our daughter? That is the sweetest thing I needed to hear. I smile faintly at him, drops of tears escaping eyes.
"Our daughter?"
He dries the tears away from my eyes, cupping my face with his hands.
"Yes. Yours and mine. There is no better person in the whole world who can be a mother to her and my other to come children other than you. You and I are
Angel's parents, and that is just that, okay?"
"Ooh, Andy! But Maria..."
"Shh! Maria is just a nightmare that won't last long. She will leave empty-handed the way she came in. And you and I will continue our happy lives together Angel, and the five mini-us we were planning on having. Hang on, okay? I take care of this. Everything will be fine." That made me smile.
I close my eyes to the sweet feeling of his thumbs caressing my flesh, the warmth his touch, and the sweet soothing feeling of his words. I love this man, and I my whole life and everything to him. If given a chance to love again, even this hour of pure darkness and screaming uncertainty, I would choose no one but him - my Andy. If I was to fall again, I would choose to fall in his arms and again and again, and I wouldn't get tired or fear to fall. Because I know, I certain that in him, in his arms, I am safe. Always safe.
A soft kiss on the lips brings my mind from wandering off to sleep, and I join him the short but sweet kiss. Even at this moment of total confusion, the taste of his is still the same. It gives me the same old sweet feeling as before.
"Just stay with me, okay? Angel and I need you so much. And we love you. More you can ever imagine." He murmurs, resting his forehead on mine.
"And I love two so much. I will be here by your side until the end. I won't ever you, Andy. I love you."
"I love you, Ania. I love you so much." We embrace for another hug, but it doesn't long, because we have things to take care of before dawn. "Alright, now lie with Angel. I will take care of everything and join you when I am done."
"I want to help. You can't do all that alone. Besides, I don't think I will be getting sleep tonight." I say with all sincerity.
"But I want you to rest. I put you through this mess, so let me handle it." He pleads, eyes softly stern on mine.
"Nobody wanted this, Andy. We will handle it together." I defend.
"Come on, please? I would be more at peace if I see you just lying on the bed even you were awake."
If he pleads like that, I know I have no chance of winning, but more than helping, I him closer to me than before, because I feel like fate is beginning to toy with . His presence is the only assurance that he is still with me.
"At least let me stay with you then. I will not do anything. I just want to see you beside me, please, love?"
He eyes me for a while before nodding his head.
"Come on. Let's go to the study."
He locks his bedroom door, shoving the keys into his pocket, and I accompany him his study to make a hundred calls notifying people about the cancellation of our -anticipated wedding. What a shock it will be? What a freaking hell of it will be?