The marriage of Mark and Simona you/he/she has been the definitive watershed between a season and the other, in all the senses, just as I was waited for a long time after all me.
After the event the days, the months are slow and dense scivolanti as the winter, without sensational woodpeckers, but you load the same of new customs and important transformations. As I have already said, you/he/she has been during that period that I have intensified my relationship with Alice. During the autumn and the winter our appointments are grown with exponential rhythm and, for how much undeniable is that the separation arrived with the entourage of the narrow friends favored our hookup, I am sure to be able to affirm that the time passed with Alice exclusively matured from the wish and from the pleasure to see her/it, less that never from the absence of alternatives to the loneliness.
This way has happened that plain pian we slept together, that had lunch together, that woke together there, and sometimes that we went together with to make visit to the family Innocentini, to the family of Mark.
Alice didn't know Simona before our destinies were crossed, but the same the two women had begun to interweave a relationship of mutual liking, perhaps partly reflex of the great friendship that tied me and Mark.
Alice and I were not an official couple yet, but for how much we denied to have a stable bond, it was evident that sooner or later our relationship would have suffered from the necessity to define him and that for strength you/he/she would have run into an evolution: positive or negative that was.
I remember that particularly Simona fed numerous doubts on the indefinibilità of the relationship among me and the girl that it laughs, and in the numerous times when it had the intellectual honesty (and the face toasts) to openly criticize my indecision toward a precise position, I responded her that with Alice" we were not anything" and perhaps for this" we were everything." Of certain I was not believable neither for her, neither for Mark, but the same I strove me to defend with unlikely virtuosities of logic that principle second which Alice and I would have" worked" only if you free from the label of" official couple."
They also touches woodpeckers of pure irrationality not to admit the truth of the times.
In February, another date falls powerful as a boulder, a miliary stone in the history of the lives that you/they are crossed.
On February 7 - Thursday morning - times 10.23 - department of maternity of the more hospital next to the lake - third floor - fourth grade brings to the right - room 102: Martina Innocentini has arrived.
Mark, that had removed from itself every trace of reason in the preceding day to the birth and you/he/she phoned rotation to different experts asking information on the risks and recommendations on the procedures to hold for a good result of the operation, has finally returned to reason; and when you/he/she has realized that in the three scarce kilograms of his small there was no anybody trace of discomfort, but the shine of the life that explodes, has succeeded only in contacting him/it.
«Hello? Oh but then? You never answered me, I began to worry me!»
«Paul was born! Was born, Paul! Paul is nat...»
«Have understood, calm, calm! Has everything been all right?»
«Yes.»
«You are in the hospital?»
«Yes.»
«Simona everything well? Is it well?»
«Yes, yes.»
«Ok, arrival!»
It is in the twenty minutes of journey between the job and the small Martina I was not in the skin anymore.
Me, that was not even a distant relative, but that I already felt me uncle.
Have called Alice because reached me to the third floor, room 102; have called my mother, have told her that the child was very beautiful, without having not even seen her/it, on the trust, and to warn dad and Henry; have called Chicken and Gianca «Tell the first possible David, let's be all uncles! I am going on!»
Unbelievable the impact of that unaware arrival, even more unbelievable to see her/it: her, Martina.
I/you/they have entered the room 102 completely disorientated by the frenzy of the rooms that you/they are found in the departments of maternity. However odor of hospital, but different, more pleasant.
Mr. Innocentini and the mother of Mark, the parents of Simona, in practice the" the grandparent block" to the suit, they were as soon as inside the room and you/they have realized me with happy smiles.
«Paul, has arrived!» you/he/she has said even the mother of Mark with a rush of tenderness that I would never have done her and as if in a certain sense me same waiting.
After all, next to the window from which it filtered a timid light invernale,c'erano Mark and Simona, with Martina.
Strange and perhaps as usual exaggerated, but it was as if every icon of the nativity, every Christmas figure never sight, every picture raffigurante the birth, condensed there him, in that image of them on the bed together. They missed correct the ox and the asinello.
I have drawn near slow as not to disturb and there was her, wound by the pink microscopic vestitino and by the tired braccias of Simona.
I have whispered «Boys, are very beautiful!»
Because it was him/it, and it was him/it very more of that children that it is said" it is a beautiful child" but in effects it is a mostriciattolo. Martina was very beautiful with objectivity, aldilà of the beautiful one that it likes, very more in the beautiful one in how much beautiful: the beautiful indisputable.
Mark has lifted from the bed and meeting has come me, it was calm and you/he/she has talked again me to its calmness, even if less disposition and decidedly reorganized.
I/you/they have remained to observe the small one without saying nothing for few minutes, then again with extreme originality I has felt like confirming surprised «it is very beautiful indeed!»
To that point Simona, that was twisted indeed, you/he/she has suggested to me and Mark to go out to take some air that the grandparent would have remained to make her company.
We are gone out and we are stopped there as soon as out of the principal entry of the hospital: the open space where the reunited broncopaticis smoke assatanati as soon as distant from coffee's distributors taken of assault by the ipertesis and those of merendine laid a trap by the diabetics.
«Then as you feel yourself? Dad!»
«This thing I believe really not to be able to explain her/it! A miracle is unbelievable, it doesn't have other name. You know, until you/he/she was not born I believe not to be never me of it rhesus really account. The visits, the house, the cohabitation, the marriage, has been everything so fast, everything so pressing to never be succeeded in fully grabbing thing means to become father. It is there instead now, and it seems me that there is no nient'altro to the world, nothing for which is worth to exist if not her. Simona in this sense was very more aware, the women feel him/it, they bring inside that thing that for them it is already a finished sense with gradualness; for me you/he/she has been as an explosion and I am so disoriented from so much happiness that I don't understand anything.»
«Beh, that there are not with the head will have been being for a good week! This morning goes crazy to try to call you!»
«Ahahahah, excuse! But indeed Paul, cannot understand what happens at that time. Understand only it if I/you/he/she pass us, rather I wish you to pass soon us!»
«But what jokes? Me? No, we allow to lose, difficulty now to mind myself without being afraid to grow, imagine, I would not be never ready for a child!»
«Not to believe! I am them, when they are born, to amounts to be ready! But I am sure that you will arrive there!»
«Boh, by now is clear that everything can happen! But we leave that the things arrive for degrees. Rather, you now? When you return home?»
«Beh, seems that tomorrow discharges tomorrow at the most later her. You/he/she has been a manual birth and Simona you/he/she has perfectly reacted!»
«Diminish her, they feel so many!»
«Al
lows to lose! The only thought that could happen something to Simona, or to my daughter, it made me die. It is so minuscule, so fragile that would like to be able to mend her/it from every evil of the world. Even idea to go to the job and alone lasciar my women scares me!»
«Oddio, not to become apprehensive however!»
«Are right, but I feel that I will have to complete a notable effort not to be him/it! Be my daughter Paul! »
«Have understood, and is normal that you feel yourself so, but not to forget you that can never calculate every thing! Did you have to know him/it no? And then... anyway the wind blows... memoirs?»
«Eheh... correct, it doesn't make a fold!»
«And if Freddie tells him/it...»
«But Freddie who? Freddy Krueger? Ahahahah!» Mark has joked monkeying then the poor man dull Chicken. Almost at the same time, as a sign of the telepathy that ties us, the jail cell is played him. They were really them: Chicken and Gianca!
While Mark talked to the strange couple, again excited in to tell the birth of Martina, I have perceived the figure of Alice draw near from the parking lot of the hospital. You/he/she had arrived.
Not as soon as you/he/she has reached us, Mark has greeted the two crazy person closing the phone call, you/he/she has embraced her enthusiastic and you/he/she has exclaimed «That two... frightening! Badly that with the full shop they didn't succeed in being too much to the telephone!»
«Full shop?» I have asked then perplexed.
«Altroché! Gianca says that this month has been maddish!»
«From the? I would never be imagined him/it to me!»
«I wait to sing victory, but it seem really that is turning him!»
«Behs, are happy!»
«Hope, so they also mature them! You give now we salt that Alice will want to see Martina!» you/he/she has observed therefore Mark with the classical hurry, and while we were climbing the staircases up to the third one, room 102, Chicken and Gianca are imagined me you mature, even with children, and the goose bumps has come me from the fear that indeed could happen a misfortune similar to the planet.
So also Alice saw Martina and subsequently also Chicken and Gianca saw her/it and they remained completely abducted of it. Later, months later, in circumstances that nobody would have liked they were ever created, also David embraced the small Martina.
Only that all was changed unfortunately.
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