The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 55

Thalia’s Pov

Another week went by, and then another up until my pregnancy was three months old and visible. Brandon was there with me thanks to God’s mercy; he was vibrant, even though I could see that his body was giving up on him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

But I didn’t let that detract from his joy.

He made sure I had my vitamins, reminded me of my doctor’s appointments, and made sure I ate a healthy balanced diet.

He even enrolled himself in an online teaching class over the two months and day in day out he would make me delicious meals high-class meals. He was every pregnant woman’s dream.

But deep inside I was expected to accept the fact that he would not wake up one day. He was simply clinging on to the cords of life for the sake of survival.

When he became frustrated, he would say, “he was holding on for the baby,” he really wanted to see the baby. There were days when he was entirely reliant on a wheelchair, and other days when he was able to get around without the use of a stick or wheelchair.

Those were happier times, and he made it a point to be taking me out for ice cream or pizza regularly. Even though we had a version of an Italian restaurant that served Italian pizza, he once made Nestor fly us to Italy on one of his private jets.

Given his on-again, off-again bouts, it was a perilous journey, but he was stubborn. He was so obstinate that no one could stop him once he set his mind to something.

He wanted me to try true Italian pizza rather than the imitations he claimed were exhibited in the cities. I was afraid, but I knew it would just irritate him, so we left.

We had the time of our lives much to our surprise; I did my prenatal shopping there, as well as some baby items that Brandon insisted we get.

Anyone who happened to see us would have assumed he was the father. He was all over the baby stores, and all I had to do was stop him because we didn’t know what the baby’s gender was. We just purchased items such as lotions, buckets, and baby tubs.

I gave him complete control over everything because he earned it. I had the baby for the rest of my life to shop for while he was without time.

I could always imagine how rigid and obnoxious he would be to our daughter if he lived for a long time. I desired a daughter, while he desired a son. He thought a girl would be as stupid as I was.

It was a little offensive, but given my history of incompetence, no one would want their daughter to be around me. However, I had changed and grown into a confident strong woman in the months that I was with him.

I would not raise my daughter to be like myself, she was going to be a strong woman. We planned to conduct a sex test later, so at the very least he’d know the gender.

We ended up staying in Italy for two more days before returning to the United States. The USA, a country of depressed people.

The country was dreary, and I was a little disappointed that the tour ended. I was the last to be persuaded, but I didn’t want the trip to end.