"Dear Diary, I found an angel. Someone who'd put me out of hell."
I read out aloud and smiled, it's so surprising Zavi kept Journals. I had gone through his old stuff and found this book under his wardrobe. I opened it to see that it had been ages since he visited that.
On the last page\thing he wrote, he stated; 'I wish I'd never been born,'.
It was some miserable statement he wrote because of his father.
His most embarrassing moment was the first day he saw Anita, he tripped and fell into the water fountain.
I snorted a laugh and looked up at him from the bed as he walked out of the bath.
"Hey..uhm hubby. Do you wear anything apart from suits?."
He turned around, "I've always worn a suit all my life, why do you ask?."
I bit the bottom of my lip, "Because my mom's anniversary is today, and I don't want you to dress like a cold-blooded killer,"
He hit his forehead, "Oh my god! You're going to visit the hospital today, my love. The doctor's appointment is today."
I robbed my tummy, "Can we do that another day?."
A moment of silence passed.
"We'll do both today. " He replied.
He is impatient, we were gonna find out the gender of our baby today, and he's too excited to know. Zavi had been so sweet and loving since I got pregnant, I thought it was gonna be terrible carrying another human in me, but it wasn't. Though tiring, trust me, it's one of the best moments in life.
I was a few months gone already, and it's cool getting closer to giving birth.
He kissed my belly, something he does all the time, and I felt a lump by the side of my belly.
My eyes glinted, "Do that again, babe."
Zavi's eyes looked up at me surprisedly, without asking questions, he bent down and gave my belly a soft kiss.
I felt the baby kick once more.
"Oh my god! It just kicked."
"Really? It did?." He asked enthusiastically.
He placed my hand to the side of my belly, "Touch here." I told him.
He slowly held onto that side and waited.
His eyes widened, "It just moved. The baby just kicked." He said, laughing.
His laugh warmed up my heart instantly. It was beautiful and genuine, I was happy that he was happy.
"What would we name our baby?." I suddenly asked.
He thought for a second, his right hand rubbing his jaw.
"I was thinking if it's a boy, I would name him Alec "
My lips widened in a smile.
"And if it's a girl?."
He shrugged, "You choose."
"Jenna," I replied to him.
"Why Jenna?." He asked me.
"My mom's other name is Jenna," I answered.
"Alright. I would love that too."
***
"Have you had anal sex before?." I asked my husband as we waited for the doctor.
"No. Do you want to?." He smirked.
I scoffed, "No. I'm pregnant and I miss sex but I don't want to have Anal."
"How did you feel after tripping and falling into a water fountain?."
He scrunched up his face, "Who told you that?."
"I read it in your diary."
He raised his eyebrows, "You went through that?."
I nod.
He laughed, "Oh my god! That's so embarrassing." He covered his face with his palm.
"That was the first day I saw Anita. We looked at each other until I didn't know when I tripped and fell. Trust me, she teased me with that till she died."
I smiled, "I'm happy that you found joy during that time." I told him.
The door opened and the doctor walked back in.
"Are you guys ready?." She asked us, with her face full of smiles.
I turned to my husband and held his hand. I nodded to the doctor.
I went towards the bed and lay down. She came forward and lifted my top to reveal my bloated stomach.
"You look big." She commented as she rubbed her hand over my belly. I smiled as Zavi held my hand, his eyes looking over at the monitor.
She pressed the transducer to my stomach and moved it around.
We stared anxiously as the images of triplets appeared before us.
I gasped.
"Oh my god!."
The doctor looked at me.
"They are two boys and a girl."
****
I held my belly and dropped a bunch of flowers on top of my mom's grave. A tear dropped from my eyes, not with sadness but with joy and a feeling of fulfillment.
"Hello, mother." I greeted with a smile on my face.
"They said the life of the dead is placed in the heart of the living and to live in the hearts of those we love is never to die. I wanted you to know that you’re in my heart and mind on this anniversary of losing you. You're an amazing woman and an incredibly loving soul. Thinking of you always.”
Zavi's phone rang, and he went away to answer his cell phone.
"I'm gonna be a mother. I have a husband and soon I'm gonna give birth to three beautiful kids."
I sniffed and slowly squatted down with a little difficulty. I carried a handful of sand and poured it on the grave. My eyes met a flower that I hadn't known was there.
I picked it up, and it was still fresh. A bracelet was tied to the end, I knew this bracelet. My mom gave this to Janie.
My heart skipped as I looked all around. Zavi was still on the phone and I didn't want to disturb him.
I went out of our backyard, to my old house, my eyes wandering all around for my sister.
I walked into the house and saw a girl who stood in the middle backing the door.
"Janie?." I called softly.
She slowly turned.
I stepped back, I couldn't believe my eyes right now. Janie was standing before me. She had grown taller than the last time I saw her, her face held no emotion.
"It's you." I laughed, going to hug her.
She stepped back when I wanted to touch her.
There was silence.
"Hi, Sis." She pronounced, not surprised to see me.
"Janie. What are you doing in Italy? Is father here with you?." I asked, looking around.
"I'm here to see my mother, Vanora. I don't see why you should care."
My brows raised, "I care a lot because you're my sister."
"Step-sister." She corrected me.
I was taken aback.
"You..you knew?. How did you know?."
"Vanora, I'm not the Janie you used to know. When you left, and you weren't seen for months, we thought you died, but I didn't believe it. I wanted to see your body until I confirmed you dead, you just left and I waited for the day you would come. But you never came…my hope was lost. I was left to fend for myself, Nora. No one cared, even if dad didn't care, I expected you to care."
"I did. I wanted to see you but it was dangerous. I didn't want to involve you in something that could be dangerous to you."
"You're afraid that I would know? Because you married a mobster, someone who killed our mother."
My legs trembled as she said those words.
"How did you know?."
She scoffed.
"I know everything, Nora. I was here the day you got married. I had been here, watching you as you lived happily with the man who killed our mother." She looked at my belly.
"You're even carrying his child."
I don't know what happened to the Janie I used to know, she might be my kid sister and I won't stand her insult my husband.
"If you knew all this, you should probably know how mom died."
She scoffed, "That Matteo killed her? Who pulled the trigger?."
”Matteo asked him to." I defended my husband.
"But he killed her, that's all that matters."
I rubbed my temple tiredly.
"You're too young, Janie. I don't know what happened to you, but this isn't a matter that you should concentrate on."
She quickly pulled out a gun and pointed it at my face.
"I have everything fucking right to butt in. She's also my mother."
My eyes widened, "You pointed a gun at my face?." I asked in disbelief.
She scoffed, "I fear no one, I could kill you but because of the history we've had between us, I won't pull the trigger, rather I'm concentrating on the one who killed my mother. But before that, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
From the corner of my eyes, Matteo stepped into our sitting room.
"Long time, no see, Nora."