Ten years earlier, the love between my mother and Franz had just been born, but their feelings for each other had convinced them they can only achieve happiness together.
Christine do not know, Franz ... Sometimes I feel you far away ...
Franz: Sorry, Chris, but the study takes me so long! You'll see, once we both graduated, everything will be different!
Christine After graduation, I would have a career that will take you away from me.
Franz: Listen, - he said, grasping her shoulders and looking into her eyes - you are much more important than a thousand promotions: when I reach, after graduation, we'll always stay together, I will not let only a minute! You know, for me, family is everything! You'll see ...
had not taken into account the fact that sometimes, fate, or his representative, has other programs.
When Franz returned to the house that night, he found himself in front of a pitiful scene: his girlfriend wept in the arms of desperate Toby invoking the name of Charlotte, while the boy insistently asked what had happened to the baby, but with no success.
The blond, then ran into the room the children become aware sadly empty. In contrast to the roommate, man understood immediately what had happened, the voices that day turned in hospital, had tragically proved true: the child was taken away by social services.
When Christine joined him, he could not restrain the venom spat at him, accused her of being a bad mother and a woman ugly.
He had given his life in his hands, and she had thrown away as waste paper: betrayed him before and after the engagement, and although he was passed on to all this, now had neglected their daughter until it is taken away.
He did not want to have anything to do with her: he would leave that evening, and would not ever return to that house. He called a taxi, made a hasty suitcase and left.
Christine was now completely alone.
remained on the ground in the garden, looking stunned the point where the taxi was gone, feeling powerless, completely emptied. Just noticed the presence of Toby when they reached her stopping a short distance to look at.
could not see his face, but he was convinced that he was furious: he had heard the entire discussion, he finally knew what had happened to his beloved Charlotte and had realized how horrible it was the person with whom he had spent the last two years. When he had the courage to turn around, but saw that Toby had a sad expression on his face, well, guilty.
He looked up and their eyes met.
Toby: Christine ... I'm sorry ... - said in a broken voice, he could not restrain himself, those words were out of the jet, like a cough, but the feeling of suffocation that was caused, continued to haunt him .
My mother did not answer, but wondered why he had to apologize when she was the manager what had happened. It was all a nightmare as meaningless. And he said, he could almost read her thoughts.
Toby: You I should be close ... I should ignore what you said and try to help. - confessed. - And now it's too late ... If only Franz and I we had been more present, this would never happen ... if only ...
both began to cry, one for guilt, the other because only then she realized he had removed all those who loved her until you have lost it all.
All except one.
still in tears, Christine came crawling up to the boy, then embraced him: Forgive me ... - The whispered between sobs. - Forgive me ...
Toby the squeezed him, burying her head in her hair and breathing in the scent so familiar and yet so amazing, for once, perhaps for the first time , touching the soft skin of Christine no other desire than to try to remain forever in his arms.
The two were each other's arms all night, cuddling and comforting as long as they had no more tears to cry then, just before dawn, my mother fell asleep, and Toby took her ; in arm up in the room, in bed,
and fell asleep curled up on her. The next day passed without any of them had set foot out of bed, real estate and immersed in his thoughts, the silence interrupted only for exchange few words of circumstance,
preferring to bask in their suffering rather than collide with reality. In the evening, convinced by hunger, Toby went into the kitchen and returned with a plate of sandwiches for himself and Christine;
saw them again the night sleeping between one o'clock the arms.
the morning, when Chris woke up, he finally made aware of what was really success. He looked at the room and noticed how everything was equal, yet different: he felt the tears morning in Charlotte, but he could see the splashes of color left over from his hands, there was Franz's purse, and yet His smell was still in the air as often happened, she slept hugging Toby, but the guilt that usually accompanies the awakening was gone forever.
Christine was about to start a new life: of course, would never forget the pain of losing Charlotte, blood of his blood, but now he had to go ahead and try to find the happiness that, despite everything, was no longer succeeded in proving his university days. He had to start over.
Being old school, my mother thought it well to christen this new period following the custom "new life, new cut" infilatasi in the bathroom, took a pair of scissors and the hair is shortened to the well and better , triggering the laughter of the boy, meanwhile, was dragged out of bed.
Toby: straight out of a photo album of the fifties! And how did you do this hair?
She turned, thought for a moment, and said want them as your own.
As a child, I often wondered why, in the photos of that, my mother wore her hair like her boyfriend. When I was grown enough to know the whole story of his life - as well as the'm telling you now - she said You know, it's weird ... I remember that morning like it was yesterday - in contrast to previous days, which I only a hazy recollection - and I can tell you that when he gave me that question, I looked at him and thought "I want to be strong and free like him ... "and so I told him I wanted his own haircut!
do not know if I told a lie, I am inclined to think that this was actually one of the reasons, but another - and perhaps most important - was that of wanting to feel closer, of wanting to show up to which she belonged.
However, in this way began the wild life and fun of Christine, which, to thirty-three years he played, it gave the clubs and at parties;
the desire to escape reality combined with the feeling of inadequacy in relation to Toby, who saw too young to be imprisoned by the bonds of a relationship, led her to drink and get high without worrying about the consequences.
The boy, meanwhile, supports it and carried it around local every night, making her dance to exhaustion and ... well, resuming old habits.
Something, however, had changed: as Chris pushed him and reassure other women to attend, he said they do not need it, to be "Right way". Mom was the only one who looked, and, when she was courted by someone, here it is ready to intervene and to pass the unfortunate desire to "try with his Christine."
Very often you laugh at these outbursts - usually drunk being lost - but those times when the captain, still sober, was left shocked by those words that never would have believed to be uttered by the boy .
And work? say you. Well, my mother had given up, although the owner of the restaurant where she worked had proposed a waiting period longer than normal, being a chef now established at national level. And Toby, concerned about the emotional instability of Christine, had retired from field work, participating in the "operations" - as he called him - through proposals and plans delivered to the head from time to time, and who worked primarily as Chris dispose of booze nights out.
--- Nocturnal Spam ---
Christine: * Out loud * Damn as tan that guy! He must have taken a lot of sun! OO
Toby: Chris ... ^ ^ 'Please note ...
-faced drunk that Chris still has before dinner,
the waitress who scompiscia laughter
and Toby who are ashamed to death.
All this ... why? Well, because the type mentioned by Christine (making you feel too well) is ...
... obviously a vampire! How wrong can you be?!! XD
--- End ---
past few months, three to be precise, and life without responsibility , tramutatasi alive irresponsible and gave its fruit. As the saying goes, " Daje Daje, well them pigeons if they quai, and by dint of "quail",
our two lovebirds had conceived a child.
It was winter when my mother began to experience the first symptoms: the cycle was delayed, with nausea and mood swings on the agenda, even and especially when the night before had gone home.
Chris, being now the third pregnancy, she immediately thought of the possibility of being pregnant again, but hoped of making mistakes, and that these problems were only lawlessness in recent months. But when they gave blood tests confirmed, he realized that his greatest fear - that of becoming a new mom - was becoming reality. What would he do? He should keep it? Have had an abortion? He would not fail again, or wanted to be a burden on the shoulders of Toby.
Yeah, Toby ... how he would react, knowing of the pregnancy? Sure would be angry, maybe this time would really fend for themselves.
And as she could go forward? ... How could he live without him?
was only one solution: terminate the pregnancy. But when Chris, who came to the department of gynecology setting a date for the operation, he found himself in front of so many mothers and children or to their bellies,
stroked her belly and knew did not want to kill the creature within. Yes, it was meant for error, as the rest of Charlotte, but it was his daughter, and Toby, was the fruit of his love for him.
It only remained to go home and find the courage to talk to the boy. They decided one afternoon, just after lunch, while he proposed premises for yet another night out, she said she did not feel like going out, because he was unwell, in a tone so serious that immediately set the alarm red.
Toby: What's happening? What do you feel? - were the days, now that she avoided going out every night with a different excuse, in addition, his smile faded and his eyes constantly red, a sign of tears hidden from the roommate.
Chris paused a moment, but he knew it was useless. He had to tell him that's all.
Christine Well, here ... It is a bit 'of time ... I feel tired and a bit' sick, that's all.
The boy looked worried: You've been to a doctor?
Christine Yes, I was there. I had a check-in and there's nothing wrong.
Toby: So ... what is it?
Mom was more excited: ... There was an unexpected ... I swear, it was an involuntary thing! I tried to avoid it, but ... - Ensure, with your arms in front of him. - I assure you, I do not know how that could happen!
Toby: Chris, you're making me scared! What happened? Explain!
Christine: ... I - He looked at her belly. - I am pregnant.
He stared in disbelief. My mother struggled to keep their gaze in his, but he was unable even to lower it: he wanted, was to see how Toby would react. And he surprised her again. He took her hands, looked at the belly and back face.
Toby: You mean ... expecting a baby?
Chris nodded. Toby looked at her and could not contain a broad smile, saying gently: Chris, is It is wonderful ... the best news that could give me ...
Then, seeing her look bewildered, he added: You're not happy?
Christine's eyes filled with tears: he had imagined in a thousand different ways Toby's reaction to the news, but he had never even dared to hope it was really so full of joy. And if he accepted, indeed, celebrate the event, why would not she do it? He had a second chance, this time beside the man she loved - Yes, he could now admit it - and would not have wasted. He nodded again and left to embrace.
Toby then took her arm and forced her to lie down on the bed, telling her that from that moment on, we would have to get used to.
Over the months, in fact, my mother had been confined to that square meter of softness, so as to avoid other dangers to Health her and the small and the only Sgarro sessions were allowed by the hairdresser, which was enforced by the extension, for "a more motherly." Toby, meanwhile, took care of home purchases, passing the little free time reading books on child care, more and more absorbed by the idea of becoming a father, or to pamper and spoil Christine, with the excuse that this time would have to go all for the best. A happy couple, although among them there were no promises or oaths of love, tenderness enough, the knowledge of having someone next door.
Despite all the precautions of this world, Christine risked again an abortion.
Fortunately, everything ended well with a run to the hospital and so afraid for neopapà.
Then, in a hot morning of September, a shy violet-eyed girl was born.
was again the mother to choose the name, which was Virginie, a little 'to the zodiac sign, a bit' - I think - in the hope that the small of his father to be less adventurous in sentimental.
Toby again proved a wise and caring father, not forgetting to give proper attention also to the mother, furthermore, if it looked good, you could see a faint but deep change: look hard and contemptuous of the past had softened, his cynical jokes, put aside a few months ago, they were completely gone, replaced by loving words and gentle eyes. Returned the boy appeared to be so kind and of a time, and the love of Christine against could only get louder and louder.
The forced inactivity induced by pregnancy had opened, my mother, the golden gates of the publishing world: from a small collection of recipes, written as a future gift for the child, it had evolved a real cookbook greatly appreciated by a famous publishing house, and, given the success of sales, were followed by many proposals for new books, which had been a real godsend to the little family, always looking for funding for the development of its nest.
But growth of the house was just a result of growth family: Chris found herself pregnant again after a few months and the first birthday of Virginia, could make a showy display of belly.
With a peaceful pregnancy and an easy delivery, one month after the world was a quiet boy, Paul, who had all the colors of the mother, to the delight of Toby.
Over time, the character traits of the two peered: shy with strangers, but exuberant family, Virginie kicking everywhere, giving a lot to do with Christine;
Paul, however, was very calm, cried a little and let yourself be pampered by all.
Phobias Christine seemed to vanish: those two children had become his life and his joy, that they were not lost anything in the world.
Everything seemed to go perfectly, and then, but in fact there was someone who did not think so: the red witch, in fact, began to have doubts about the strange life that led the four. The subtle balance that reigned in the house was in danger of breaking.
The ideal time to discuss the issue appeared spontaneously one evening when the two were invited to a party for the success of the latest book by Christine, on their return, the puppets were to sleep, are controlled by a babysitter hired until morning the house was silent and was not the time to get to work.
With the excuse to toast once again to the great author, Toby took my mother in their private sitting room, put in a glass of champagne and lit on fire, so take time and think of right words, when they arrived, they began with a simple:
Toby: Chris, we need to talk.
you, in good spirits for the party successful and the excellent (and very) drunk wine, he said simply: Tell me!
Toby: Christine, is that we want to talk. See ... Our story began with a mistake: it was a great mistake, I admit, but a mistake. We lived together for convenience, we have had affairs with other people ... Well, you with one ...
Christine smiled, although he did not understand where the red would come. He kept his eyes down, vaguely worried expression on her face.
Toby: when Virginia was born, we wondered if we were not married, or something like that, we never thought to bind our lives, or, at least, we have never spoken. I have always been the idiot with the other, you never wanted to throw it back into a serious story ... But now we are here, with two beautiful children and a big house.
Christine What are you trying to tell me?
The Panic overwhelmed, the breath coming with difficulty, her head was spinning.
Toby put the glasses that were held in his hand, then turned to her and looking into her eyes, took her hands.
Toby: I never said I love you, or you said to me. You were about to marry another, though I were beside you. I continued to see dozens of women even while living with you ... We have never trusted each other, and it seems quite normal, given the facts.
Christine Toby ... You're leaving me? - He asked, his voice cracking.
Toby: No, Chris, I'm not leaving. I'm trying to tell you that despite everything, I have always loved. If you have been close, if I helped you, if I made you jealous, because if I did everything to blind you with Franz ... Christine, I did it because I've always been crazy about you. I love you from the first day, that morning when I saw you ... yearns for my brother - he said, stifling a laugh. - I love you, Christine Delic. I love you and I'm asking you to marry me.
then knelt down, pulled out a velvet box bought for months now, and asked you?
My mother, still shaken by that statement so much like a goodbye, he could hardly utter a slight yes ...
Then he rushed into the arms and kissed him, swearing to love him, love him above all else, to love him more than anything ...
After more than five years of back and forth, My mother and Toby were officially engaged.
--- To be continued ---
Alloooooora! Here we are, finally! The update is ready for almost a week, but I (at least for now) are attached to the post on Friday, so ...: p
If you have arrived here struggling and thinking 'my goodness, this is always heavy, but this time he beyond itself ", please let me know! Since I am used to write without pictures, sometimes I feel too verbose, so tell me if there is something wrong!
Then, a little word on 'anachronistic Spam (Part 2) - Athletic or magic? the third episode. We'll all be forgotten photo of Chris Franz and in the gym, but ... I mean, if I called spam anachronistic, there is a reason, right? : P Obviously, in hindsight it is clear that the evil sorcerer, aka the gym, it is our nientepopòdimenoche magicissimo Toby! uu
Finally: be finished here the adventures of Christine? Uhm ... It's still a child, so do not know about you, but I would put my mind at rest too soon ... * evil laughter * To find out what will happen, though, you have to wait a long time '! : D This time there is a problem lack of time, because of ... outstanding issues. : D I always talk of legacy, of course ^ o ^, let's see if anyone guess what it is!
A very big kiss and see you soon! *
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