Judas kiss

Marcela was sitting comfortably on her hospital bed. She was bored as the news channel played in the background. She flipped onto the next page.. she was amazed as she browsed through the Met Gala images. She had always wanted to be a fashion icon and maybe get an invite. Marcela thought Jared Leto looked great in gucci so did Harry Styles. She was a big fan of the brand, her husband had constantly surprised her with many gifts labeled gucci throughout the years. They were not as rich as Garreth or the Levetté's but they lived a very comfortable luxurious life. Billy Porter has been a stunner. Marcela pursed her lips thinking about the next purchase she would make when Gucci finally released a new set of collection. She did all this to avoid the main issue.

'She had tried to kill herself?the words immediately rang like a horrid siren.

She was embarrassed beyond embarrassed. The look Della had given her had sent her off her the edge straight into the pool of guilt, she had been swimming in it ever since...

Marcela couldn't tell if she had been dreaming or if it had really happened but Della had wished her dead. Della had displayed an insolence toward Marcela.

She was appalled.

It must have been a horrible dream. Della was a sweet girl, she would never say such things to her mother. Marcela knew that she had wronged her so many times but Della never ever did that. Adela was a sweetheart, no wonder Andre took advantage of her as well. That made Marcela very angry. Everyone took advantage of her daughter. It was very okay when she did it but not when everyone else did. Marcela found it infuriating.

It was just a dream.?She tried to convince herself. Marcela chuckled thinking about how in the dream, Della had said she was pregnant with Andre's child yet again. Very absurd!

'That would be very stupid of her!" Marcela said outloud. She immediately clasped her hand on her mouth.

"That would be very stupid of her.." she repeated.

She could talk? Wait, she thought maybe she should try saying another word.

"Marcela!" She said her own name coming out with ease. Alright, she admitted that was very easy. Wait could she still speak her mother tongue..

"cómo estás"?She said, smiling as she realized, she was getting better this had all just been a shock. Ofcourse she could talk. She couldn't talk at first because she couldn't find her voice and she was in shock she just needed time to recover.

She then continued to say "Hijo de puta."?Which meant son of a bitch, just to see if she still had it. A feeling of sadness immediately found comfort within her. These were the same words she use to throw at... Della. As a child even as of recent. She signed, feeling really guilty.

"Atleast you get to die in a presentable place. I always feared you would die in some dark alley or some ruined motel-"?These words kept ringing in her mind constantly. It genuinely hurt but no, Della was very sweet. Della would never hurt a fly. Marcela knew that no matter what she did, her daughter always had her best interest at heart and she had a soft spot for her mother. Della yearned to have that motherly relationship with Marcela.

When the doctor came in. He spoke to Marcela surprisingly she still kept quiet. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to be alone especially with the thoughts of why no one had visited her. She wondered how was Lyle doing? Especially with Gerald, he must have taken out all his anger on her little boy. She hoped that wasn't the case. Sometime Gerald got a little carried away but luckily, he never laid a hand on Lyle. She always took the blows for her son. Marcela wanted to give her son a normal life. A part of her saw Lyle as a second chance to be a better mother...

Marcela was almost tempted to talk but immediately shut her mouth. It would be better if she continued acting as if she couldn't talk. Especially since she didn't know what the reaction of her family and friends would be. It was embarrassing, she never thought it would come to this. It was just that she was so afraid of Garreth, the way he had threatened to kill her and hurt his son.. it didn't sit well with her. She didn't know what she was thinking. Gerald had just issued the divorce papers and left them on their bedroom dressing table. She cried when she saw them... then her eyes interlocked with her capsule of sleeping pills and she didn't hesitate. She felt embarrassed because she had not thought about her son being downstairs with one of the house maids. She just couldn't imagine not being with Gerald. She didn't have a college degree, high school.. she dropped out. It was all just a mess, she didn't want to go back to selling her body in New York street corners where Gerald had found her.

She felt frightful because she had tried to commit suicide for losing materialistic things and not for any other reason. She knew Gerald would win, he was after all a well known lawyer with his own law firm. He would take Lyle away... she didn't stand a chance of winning Lyle's custody. Gerald would mention where he had found her and her previous drug use...

Della could even be a witness against her, she knew Gerald was a pretty good lawyer and would be able to pull a lot of strings. Marcela couldn't wait to be discharged, she could cook him a nice meal and buy red lingerie... knowing red was his favorite color. She would prove to him that she wasn't useless just yet. Yes, old and in her forties but not useless. He couldn't just discard her like that.

She was sure, Gerald had been wanting to leave her for a while. Especially with his nosy twin sister who constantly had a lot of bad things to say about Marcela. She was very sure, he found this as a good opportunity to get rid of her.

When a nurse had informed her that someone had came to see her. She was very sure it was Gerald. She felt happy as she tried fixing her hair even though she felt self conscious. She would be sure to tell Gerald to pick up her make up bag and bring it tomorrow as well as her extensions. Her hair didn't look full or feel voluminous.

"Hi, Marcy.. glad you're awake!"

Her throat immediately became dry.

'What is this monster doing here?'?She said to herself. Glaring at him with so much hate that it could burn through him.

He smiled.

Putting the flowers he had brought for her on the side of her hospital bed. "Lilacs, I know you love those."

Chocolate would be much better not stupid flowers.'?Marcela replied more to herself, feeling the edge to roll her eyes at the back of her skull. Garreth sat down next to her, she couldn't deny that he looked nice in a casual navy blue shirt. He had always been a good looking man even in their days. She was surprised that out of all the girls, he wanted her.

"You scared the shit out of me, don't ever do that again Marcy. I'm not going to judge you because I know how it feels to have your mistakes constantly thrown in your face.." he sighed. "Everyone is probably going to judge you and want answers but I promise it will be okay. I'm not saying it will be easy but it will be okay.."

Marcela actually found comfort in his presence. She wanted to tell him that she was scared of facing the world again because they would all demand answers and call her shallow and an attention seeker. Worse now that her legs weren't exactly functioning properly.. she felt useless, like a vegetable. The fact that whenever she need to use the toilet she needed the nurses help.

"Your son will demand answers and I suppose you have to be able to give him some valid points. Della doesn't exactly need them but you owe her atleast that much. Other than that, no one else deserves your attention so don't mind their judgements. Just work on being a better person.." he reached for her hand and she flinched but immediately when they entwined it felt like home. His hands were a perfect fit to hers and were very warm. He gave a straight Colgate white smile, she immediately looked else where..

A part of her wanted to voice out her embarrassment. She looked like Michael Jackson, her skin was so soft and sensitive. Her eyes puffy and visible wrinkles and eye bags. A blush could easily be visibly noticed.

"You look beautiful Marcy, just like the first day I met you." He assured her when he saw discomfort on her face.

The rest of the time, they say in silence with their hands entwined.

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Surprisingly, this was the first time Jeanine Levetté had not been invited to Met Gala; for various reasons and various scandals. Getting an invite from Anna Wintour was a dignity of mien and a high feeling of honor. Jeanine was not really bothered as she had Leo and Lyle who wanted to do her make up and all that. They had asked if she felt bad for not being invited to Met gala, she said a little then they said they would give her a make over. Jeanine laughed at the two boys but allowed them anyways. Della had her first appointment with the doctor and thought it would be a good idea to give Jeanine a chance and see how she bonds with the kids. Andre was absolutely against the idea but followed anyways because.. he would follow Della to the end of beyond.

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Della thought it was fun looking at Andre's reactions. He looked so adorable when excited. He read through baby magazines while seated on the side waiting for the doctor. He had this glimmer in his eyes that Della didn't fail to notice. He looked genuinely happy.. she was too. Especially now that Marcela has managed to pull through. She felt somehow this was her life finally coming together.

"At 9 weeks, you're two months pregnant. This week, you and baby have made two big accomplishments: You've made it to month three, and baby's no longer an embryo-now baby's a fetus." The doctor announced a little later into the appointment after having done all the necessary procedures. A 9 weeks pregnant ultrasound is typically done transvaginally. That means the doctor or ultrasound technician will have to insert a probe into your vagina, since the uterus still sits behind the pelvic bone. Andre and Della were able to catch a glimpse of their little bean as well as the sound of the heartbeat. The doctor had constantly said?'Please call me Manisha"?She was very nice and had a sweet voice. Her black hair trimmed into a nice bob cut. She looked to be of Asian descendant. Dr. Manisha pointed out the gestational sac, the yolk sac, and the fetal pole.

"That's great!" Della gave a full blown smile. The doctor returned the gesture.

"That means he or she is becoming more and more baby-like, and you're inching closer and closer to leaving the nasties of the first trimester behind you. Just one more month to go!"

"What kind of nasties?" Andre questioned, curiously. "Like not wanting to have sex or?"

This made Della and Dr. Manisha laugh at his reaction.

"No, Mr. Levetté just the usual mood swings, morning sickness.. if it hadn't kicked in yet. It is going to be worse as of now. Frequent urination, nausea as well as headaches, I suggest... eating every few hours, getting plenty of sleep and drinking lots of water. Before you take any medication please have it cleared with me, I'm always a call away as your personal doctor!" "I will make sure of that." Andre replied.

The couple received multiple copies of their baby and they couldn't have been happier. So happy that Andre decided he would spoil his wife.. girlfriend? Whatever they were to dinner at her favorite spot. Even though she bugged him about going to see Marcela, he promised that he would take her tomorrow. She had a phone call with Mila who was complaining about some certain things. Della advised her. Not wanting to take the attention or make it seem that way. Della didn't say anything to Mila still- Regardless, it was a good day.000