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don't be angry because my son doesn't like it. He stroked the bottom of my stomach with his hand, smiling

merrily.

- Daughter.

" May she not be a shrew like her mother. " - He jumped back, because he knew that after these words

he will get a blow.

I ran after him naked, trying to separate him with a wet towel, but he was faster. When

I ran into the bedroom, grabbed me and knocked me on the bed, squeezing under the covers.

- You complete me, Little. Thanks to you, I wake up every day to live and not just exist.

He looked at me full of warmth and love. - I thank God almost every day, almost

I died. He brought his lips closer and gently caressed mine. - I really need to go now, call

me if something happens.

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He got up and went to the wardrobe, returning after a few minutes in standard black

suit and shirt of the same color. He kissed me again and disappeared on the stairs.

I woke up surprisingly early. When I looked at my watch, it turned out

seven. I lay down for a few minutes watching TV and went to the bathroom. Fourth time

in the last twenty-four hours I took a shower and washed my head; I had time.

I don't know why, because Massimo left, I arranged my hair carefully on the brush

and I painted my eyes.

I sat on the rug in the wardrobe and groaned, exhausted at the thought that I was up

pack. Of course, Maria could do it for me as usual, but this time I had to

choose the outfit very precisely. I switched clothes, rummaging in brand piles

clothes. Unfortunately, most of my favorite things emphasized my tummy rather than him

masked. While in Sicily I liked to display it, I would like to dress in Poland

in the tent. God, how wonderful it could be to tell a child to the whole world, I thought

sitting in a huge mound of shirts, t-shirts, blouses and dresses.

- Sale? Olga asked, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee. - I am taking it all!

- Fuck, Olo! I shouted terribly, drowning in the heap. - Do you know me?

I have nothing to take too much? Not only that, I don't even have winter clothes, because here, after all

there is no winter.

Ola set the mug vigorously on the table and circled me with a scream after a while

she said mockingly:

- How terrible it is! We'll have to go shopping. - She fell on her knees beside her. - Jesus and what

will we start now?!

I looked at her annoyed, knowing that she was making fun of me and I wasn't really

I needed more clothes.

" Fuck off, " I hissed, loading a few things into my suitcase that I chose. - Good that

I fit into my shoes, ”I said, hugging Givenchy's boots. - You're ready?

- Certainly more than you.

After eating breakfast and thanks to cooperation in packing we were sitting before eleven

already in the car rushing to the airport. Before I even reached this flying trap,

I took the sedative tablet and sat in the chair, swimming away just before take-off. Thanks

ago, the journey seemed to me a teleportation.

" Nice to see you again, " Sebastian greeted me, opening the door for me

Mercedes.

- You too. I gave him a radiant smile and set him slightly numb

in armchair.

We entered the underground garage of my building and a few minutes later we were already

in the apartment.

- Why am I not going to my place? Olga asked, sinking to the couch. - I mean

I have a flat.

I put water on my tea and looked in the fridge, surprised to discover that

bends from food.

- Because Massimo wants us to be together, and why do you want to sit alone? Enough

do you have me

I reached for the jar of chocolate butter standing on the shelf and dipped a spoon in it.

Olo got up and stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

- What we do? I feel so confused here and... strange. She frowned and did

sad face.

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- I also know. See how strange it is, how many months it can change in life. Tomorrow

we will go to parents, you to ours, I to ours. You have to somehow prepare them for that

will spend the first time without us.

The thought of having to go there made me sick. I missed them

but the awareness of the theater I would have to play deprived me of the desire to meet.

" Oh, it's snowing, " Olo said, looking out the window. " It's raining... whore... snow! "

We stood staring as if it were something extraordinary. And I dreamed of returning to

Sicily.

" Shopping, " I muttered without taking my eyes off the glass. - Let's go improve ourselves

humor.

" Exactly regarding purchases, " she began, turning to me. - Domenico gave me

credit card, oddly enough, the card is on me. She opened her eyes wide and nodded significantly

head. " I get the impression that he really wants to imitate Massim. " Only because of that I don't know

already, does he feel it all or does he just want to copy his brother.

A scene that I saw in the library yesterday flew through my head. Bił am

thoughts or tell her about it, but I came to the conclusion that it was not my business and not

I'm going to spoil her surprises.

- In my opinion, Olo, you break the shit up atoms. Let's drink tea and go buy me

some baggy clothes.

- Laura, but you know you're exaggerating with this belly? After all, you can barely see it, and it only

when someone really wants to see him; without exaggeration. She shook her head.

- I do not know. I grabbed my stomach and stroked the bulge. - It can be like this,

that you are right, but I know my mother, she will read this pregnancy from my hair, so I prefer to be

careful.

After over an hour, tea, several bars and half a jar of nutella we entered

my white BMW at the mall parking lot. Of course, it wasn't without disguise

into something more winter. I put on black Givenchy boots, leather leggings in which

I barely squeezed my stomach, or so I thought, a loose cream tunic and because

winter was puffing up a gray fox fur vest. Olga, however, does what is extremely

she liked, i. e. short shorts and boots from Stuart Weitzman to mid-thigh, and also loose

shoe-colored sweater and leather jacket. Slut style, i. e. a kind of standard.

We walked around the stores, spending a lot of money and loading up with more bags

full of winter things. We didn't know exactly why we needed such quantities if we were to

It won't be useful to Italy at all. Finally, to drown out remorse, according

we agreed that we would leave it all in Poland, because we will certainly have it someday

need. Following this thought, we were still carelessly wasting hard-earned money

our guys. When we were walking between boutiques, my phone started ringing. When

I took it out of my purse and saw the restricted number, was happy.

" Hello, Little, " said a wonderful British accent. - Like shopping?

" Perfect, baggy clothes, that's what I love, " I said with a sneer. -

How do you know where I am? - God, what a stupid question, as soon as I finished asking it,

I hit my head hard.

- Honey, your phone has a transmitter, your watch also and you came by car there

he also has it, ”he replied with a laugh. - And the red dress you just bought,

it is stunning and nothing like a bag.

My body shuddered and nervously I looked around - where on earth,

did he know what I bought? I wanted to ask that when I saw two big men

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standing nearby.

- What do I need protection for? - I was surprised. - I'm in Poland and nothing else

I am not threatened. I hesitated for a moment. - Truth?

" Of course not, " he said without thinking. - But I like to know that my beloved beings

they're safe.

" I understand you are talking about me and Olga? " I laughed and sat on the bench

in the middle of the passage.

Massimo mumbled something in Italian that I didn't understand.

- About you and my son.

- Daughter! I interrupted him.

" You can't wear this red dress until I baptize it. " - His voice was

imperious, and even though I hadn't seen him, I knew what his face looked like when he said that. -

Now go back to shopping and say hello to my parents.

I sighed, putting the phone in my purse, and looked at Olo. She put two on

fingers to the throat, trying to stimulate vomiting.

" I cry a rainbow, " she grunted, rolling her eyes.

- Do not be jealous. I winced and got up, grabbing her arm. - Look, we have

a company that documents everything we do. - I nodded at the brutes.

" I don't give a fuck, " she cursed. " He's got a worse psyche than your mother. "

- And that's a fact. - I laughed. - Come.

The next day, dressed in a baggy tunic fitting only on the bust, leggings

and coat, I went to my family home. I decided not to warn my parents about my own

visit, enjoying the thought of surprising them. I blew up Olga under the block, where

she lived in her childhood, and I went to my place. The family home has always been the only place

which I was talking about " home". Together with my brother we established long ago that although none of us

we will never live in it permanently, we will not sell it. Jakub was almost separated from his parents

five hundred kilometers, and me - as I lived in Warsaw - almost one hundred and fifty. No

it changed the fact that we had the happiest memories from here.

My mother has put a lot of work into the garden, and the house has not changed in the last few years

to know. I couldn't imagine anyone but us living in it.

I stood in front of the front door and pressed the bell. After a while they opened

and saw my dad in them.

- Hello Darling! He called, pulling me inside. - What are you doing here? What are you

beautiful.

I saw tears welling up in his eyes, so I hugged him tighter.

" Surprise, " I whispered, cuddled in his shoulder.

After a while, my delightful mother emerged from the living room, impeccably as always

dressed and in full makeup.

" Baby, " she sobbed, spreading her arms wide.

I threw myself into her arms and for unknown reasons, and I wept. Behind everyone

together, when she reacted so emotionally to my sight, tears flowed from my eyes.

- Mommy.

- Why cry again? She asked, stroking my head. - Something happened? Where this from

unexpected visit?

Pessimism. It was my mother's hidden passion and talent, she loved to worry

and invent problems even if they didn't exist.

" God, I was touched, " I mumbled, sniffing.

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- Come on, honey, that's enough. She patted my back. - Tomasz, make tea and you

undress and sit down.

My ability to lie quickly was put to the test again. I told them

about training in Budapest and how it works out perfectly at work. I slept long

the story of imaginary events that I was able to organize, and when it came

question about the Italian lesson, I used three words I knew and changed the subject.

After one and a half hour monologue, it was time to present the operation of the telescope,

that my dad got from Black, and officially from me. I watched him thrashing in his arms

the round cardboard he was turning, muttering under his breath.

" It might take, " my mother said, putting a bottle of red wine and two on the table

glasses.

" Fuck my ass... " I cursed under my breath. I didn't predict this part of the evening

and I should have been.

Mom poured wine and raised her glass toast, waiting for me. With light

I raised my glass in panic and wet my mouth after tapping. Oh God, how is this?

good, I thought, feeling the taste of alcohol on my lips. If I could, I would drink all this at once

bottle.

Dad was still trying to track more than darkness while mom

she poured herself another queue.

- You don't like it? She asked, looking at my unchanging amount of wine. - It's your favorite

Moldovan pinot noir.

- I actually stopped drinking. Her surprised eyes fixed on me did not herald anything

good. - Well, because you see mom, you still drink in Italy. - I was sewing a lie

wondering what I want to say. - And alcohol is carbohydrates - I finished,

smiling silly.

" Well, I just noticed you looked better, " said my mother, pointing at me. - This

I mean, did you round up, don't you exercise?

No fucking, I'm pregnant, I thought, smiling artificially at her.

- Er, I don't have time to practice, but unfortunately I have time to eat, especially at work. You know without

Pizza breaks, spreads and butt are growing, which is why I quit drinking alcohol, cleansing the body. -

In my thoughts I prayed that she would believe me. It was not easy because I have always loved wine

and I never refused him. I would sooner stop taking solid foods than I refused

alcohol.

She looked at me suspiciously for a moment, turning the glass leg in her fingers. Her

slightly narrowed eyes clearly showed that he did not believe me. He saved from an awkward situation

me beloved dad's voice.

- Ha! Is! Laura, come see, he said, nodding at me.

I jumped up from the armchair, burned, rushed to him and put my eye to the telescope.

In fact, he located the moon, which seemed so impressive and unusually close

beautiful. Excessively enthusiastic babbling, commenting on what I see. Because

fortunately my dad was very eager and quick to share his knowledge, after

A 15-minute lecture on astronomy, my bored mother went away. Still

I pretended to listen, thinking in my mind how to guard against the next confrontation.

But my father's knowledge of heavenly bodies was so wide that he shared it with me through

hour.

Struggling with my eyelids, which drove me out of boredom, when I thought I would lose this one

uneven fight, my mother entered the action and this time she saved me from my dad.

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" Dinner, welcome, " she said, pointing to the kitchen.

I'm going crazy, I thought, if I don't leave tomorrow. Dad saves me from my mother, mother

before him, I will soon get lost in my lies, I have not had such an effort for a long time

intellectual.

My head begged for a break.

I sat down at the table, looking at the prepared delicacies, and felt overwhelming

hunger. I took a little bit of each treat, then ate and added again,

you could say that I was eating because I wouldn't call it food. Twenty minutes later

feast, I raised my eyes from the plate, meeting the eyes of terrified parents. I fuck

I cursed under my breath, I think I'll leave today. Mom chewed bite calmly, watching on

change is my empty plate, it's me.

- Come on? I raised my eyebrows in surprise. - I slightly increased my abilities,

still eating pasta.

- I can see that. Mother nodded disapprovingly.

I was just going to push the apple pie with foam, but I gave it up,

knowing their brains can't stand it. In addition, I planned to visit the kitchen

at night, when nobody disturbs me or glares at me.

After dinner, we watched the movie together, and then lay down in my former room

on the floor. I could sleep downstairs in the living room, but that would mean bordering on the bedroom

my parents, so I gave up after thinking.

In the morning, after waking up, I remembered that my parents are at work and at least through

the next few hours will not have to worry about their suspicious looks. Bored

I watched TV for a while and went to take a shower. I turned on the water and stood under

hot jet. I closed my eyes, remembering the last shower with Massim.

I missed him. I could almost feel the touch of his hand. Led by this vision, I began

touch, stroking the swollen breasts and rubbing the clitoris several times. I felt like

I'm doing too well too soon. This was one of the unquestioned advantages of pregnancy -

my body was very sensitive and more responsive to touch.

I thought about how brutal Massimo was to me, how much pain he inflicted on me and how much it was

I love. I could almost feel the touch of his tongue on me. I spread my legs wider, even faster

rubbing his fingers with a swollen clitoris. Like a movie, scenes went through my head when

grabbing my hips tightly, he took me from behind as he poked me at himself. A muffled scream

came out of my throat when orgasm ran over my body. I let out a breath

how all the pressure goes out of me. Phew, that's what I needed.

I turned the water off from the shower and stood next to the cabin. I looked around

and not even finding one towel, I thought I had to go back to the room to get a bathrobe.

" Horny, " I sighed, opening the door and walking across the floor.

After walking a few steps, I froze in the threshold of my room. They pierced me on

A mum's big-eyed outlet that stared at my round stomach. I was stuck

with hands down along the body, unable to even shake. Mum saying nothing

she just shook her head, as if she wanted to chase away an obtrusive thought or wake up, but still

she stared at my round stomach. Finally she sat up, sighed and looked me in the eye.

I felt faint, I started to breathe desperately, deep and very fast, in my ears

I heard a whistle.

I grabbed the bathrobe lying on the armchair next to me and wrapped myself in it, sinking into the seat.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm my heart.

" Take it, " she said, shoving a tablet into my mouth.

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" I can't, " I panted. - In my purse.

I heard him dig my bag before pulling out a rattling box

with the drugs and she gave me the right pill. I put it under my tongue, waiting for it to work. In the bridge

I felt burning and pain, and my thumping heart drowned out all other sounds. God, at that moment

I wanted to die more than live and face my mother.

" I'm calling an ambulance, " she said, standing up.

- Mom, no. I opened my eyes and looked at her. - I'll be fine soon.

She sat on the carpet in front of me, measuring her pulse. Instead, I asked God in my thoughts to

somehow he teleported me to Sicily. Minutes passed, and I kept going on despite my eyes closed

I felt her scolding eyes fixed on me. Subconsciously and completely unknowingly I put my hand

on my stomach, then I took a deep breath and raised my eyelids.

In her face I saw disappointment, disappointment, care and sadness. How did this happen

I struggled myself, I planned everything so well, clothes,

story.

- Mommy, what are you doing at home?

" I wanted to spend the day with you, so I canceled the meetings, " she answered, lifting up

and sitting in the armchair next to him. - How are you?

For a moment I thought about the answer because I felt physically good,

but mentally - drama!

- I'm fine, I got a little nervous. - I knew he was silent because he didn't want me

stress, but it did not change the fact that this conversation will not pass me by. - Beginning of the fourth

a month - I whispered without even looking at her. - And I know what you say, so please forgive

- I do not know what to say. Her hands lifted up, covering her face. - Laura, that's it

everything is happening too fast lately. You've never been this way. First this trip abroad,

later this strange man, still some secrets, secrets, and now... a child!

I knew he was right, and I knew that whatever I said would change nothing.

" Mom, I love him, " I said senselessly.

- But a child!? She shouted, standing up. - You don't have to have a baby with someone right away, because

you love him. Especially if you know him... 'She broke off here and I knew why.

I hurried to my bag and took out the first clothing I encountered.

I pulled them on when she was counting in my thoughts, picked up my things and zipped up the zipper.

- Laura Biel, damn it, how much did you know this man when you decided that

will you be parents

I clenched my fists in anger, but I was really pissed at myself.

- Mom, what's the difference?

- I didn't raise you like that. How much did you know him?

- I didn't plan it, it just happened. You don't think I'm that stupid? -

I grabbed the bag. - And I knew him about three weeks. - It wasn't until I said that that he arrived

to me the idiocy of the situation. I expected my mother to understand something that even seemed to me

no sense.

She paled and stood still. I knew I had hurt her, and I knew it would be so.

But I couldn't tell her the truth about the kidnapping, the vision of dying Massim, the mafia or

all this Sicilian mess.

" What will happen if you get bored of this rich boy? " She asked raised

voice. - He will abandon you with the child, and I think I raised you differently. You remember that family is

at least three people? How could you be so irresponsible? - She tried to be calm but

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emotions prevailed. - You wondered what could happen to an unmarried woman

with child? Now it's not just about you!

- I got married a week after returning from Poland, without intercommunication, Mom - I growled

straight to the face. " So I have the right to all his fucking property. " I have so much money that

the child will be able to wear them instead of a diaper. And Massimo loves me and this little one does

so much that he would kill himself sooner than let us go. - I raised my hand when I saw that

I want to say something. - And trust me, I know because I ran away from him. Don't judge me, mother, because I don't

you have any idea about the situation you want to analyze! I shouted and ran down the stairs.

I grabbed my coat, put on my shoes and ran outside. It was snowing; my face

frosty air wrapped around it. I drew them deeply into my lungs and pressed the button on the remote control.

I dropped the bag on the seat and started up the driveway toward the street. I felt like crying, I was

angry with myself, I wanted to shout, vomit and die. After a while I left the city

and I pulled down the forest path.

After driving a few dozen meters I stopped, got off and started

scream. I screamed until I felt enough. I went to the car and kicked

several times the tire with terribly expensive boots from Givenchy. I needed a black like

never in my life.

After a long time I calmed down and put my ever-growing ass in the car.

I dialed my husband's number and he answered after the third ring. Sniffing and sniffing,

I opened my mouth to say something but to no avail. When I heard his voice, simply

I roared with tears. With a mixture of English and Polish I tried to explain to him what had happened, what

for some time banging his hands on the steering wheel and making wild screams. In the background conversations

I heard Massimo mumbling something in Italian, and a moment later in the rearview mirror

I saw a black Volkswagen Passat rushing towards me from which it jumped

two big guys I saw in the gallery. One of them ran to my door

he opened it and stared at me and the center of the car in consternation, examining them as if someone

He sought.

- Well, what the fuck can't you cry?! I screamed, closing the door to him

nose.

The guy put the phone to his ear, which he held in his hand, then left, taking

colleague.

" Honey, " I heard a soft and calm voice through the speakers. - Wipe your nose and more

once in English, say what happened.

So I told him the whole story of the last hour and hit my forehead

for the steering wheel, freezing on it.

- I don't have strength, Massimo. I hurt people who love me, I'm furious

and down and you're not here. I felt fury growing in me and my body was furious. -

And you know what, don? I snapped. - You made my life complicated, you got it all wrong

and generally, I'm fucking fucking over, because I'm going to cry again.

I hung up and turned off the phone. I knew that I was not allowed, but I also saw

the passata standing behind me, so Massimo had detailed information about what I was doing and where I was.

I turned back, passing the handsome men in the black car, and raising a cloud of fresh

snow, I started back.

I went to Olga's block, got out and rang the intercom. When she picked up

I declared that we were coming back, which gave her crazy joy.

- What's up? She chirped happily as she got into the car.

- Oh, don't ask. I argued with my mother, she learned about pregnancy and marriage, and later

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I had a fight with Massim because I was hit. I burst into tears and fell into her arms. -

Fuck, I'm sick of it, Olga!

Her eyes betrayed terror, and her open mouth completely surprised.

- Change trains. She unbuckled her belt and walked to my door, rounding the car. -

Get off Lari. But now, she repeated, unbuckling my belt and pulling me by the coat. - You will not be

drive like this, get off!

We looked ridiculous, her screaming, tears filled and clutching

the steering wheel and she tugging at me and waving my hands. Unable to take my hand off

steering wheel, she leaned forward and bit my finger.

- Au! I shouted, releasing my hug, and only then she dragged me out of the car.

- Fuck, if you weren't pregnant I'd fuck you, get in.

We rode the first kilometers in complete silence, until I felt as if I was gathered together

in me anger gives way to consternation and remorse.

" I'm sorry, " I whispered, contorting my lips. - Pregnancy is a mental illness.

- Well, that's for sure. Okay, better tell me what happened at home.

So I told her the same story again and waited for a reaction.

" Well fat, " she said, nodding. - Klara now has a nice nail.

- He will disown me. I shrugged my shoulders. - She won't survive such a blow and herself

he will renounce me.

- Eee there. She will get over it. After a moment's thought she added in a calm voice: - You know, no

every day you find out that your child is pregnant and recently married. Besides, no

it's so bad because at least he doesn't know that Massimo is the head of a mafia family. He also doesn't know that

someone regularly wants to kill you or him. Look at the positives, Lari. - I was looking, but at her

unable to believe what I hear. - Well, I'm making fun, Laura, enjoy it, you have it

it's from your head. Well, maybe the way was not the happiest, but at least no more lies.

Yes, she was basically right, but so what? The situation seems to have clarified a bit, but

it did not change the fact that my mother would not speak to me anymore. And that we were stubborn

in the same way, I wasn't going to call her after what she told me.

Two hours later we were at home and even though it was only fourteen

I fell on my face. Pregnancy, sick heart, quarrel with my mother - all this made me want

fall asleep and sleep through this terrible day. Olga made me a cup of tea and announced that she had an appointment with hers

a fagas to officially finish everything and finish things that she should have closed

several weeks ago. I agreed with her and when she left, I turned on the television and then

I fell asleep.

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CHAPTER 11

- Why aren't you naked? - I heard a soft whisper just behind my ear.

I opened my eyes. The bedroom and living room was completely dark even though the clock was on

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