Tears still streaming down Ramona's eyes when a small ball came bouncing in front of her. A four year old boy suddenly appeared in front of her with a smile of an angel. This got her confused. The light in his eyes seem to fade and the smile on his face is starting to turn into weary. The little angel in front of her can see through her soul. The pain. The sadness. Betrayal. Then he started crying. He was crying for her.
He was shouting in sadness and tears filled the angel's eyes. She didn't know what to do.
She kneel down and reach for the ball that the angel was chasing. With tears streaked eyes, she smiled and offered the ball to the little angel who has showed her sympathy. Out of the hundreds of people who passed her way, in the last hour that she was standing there, the only one who seemed to care for her was this boy. She didn't want to take those lights away from him. When the boy seemed unmoving and continued crying, she reach for him and engulf him in a hug. He felt so little in her arms yet he was giving her a very familiar comfort. "Ssssshh.. Don't cry little angel. Everything's going to be fine.." she whispered in his ears. The boy stopped crying, those ocean blue eyes stared at her for a good two minutes and it is only then she got a good look at this little angel. His brown waves is shining in the heat of the sun giving him a look that glows like he's got a halo on top of his head. The freckles on his cheek makes him more innocent and the long lashes fanning his cheeks hypnotises her as she continues to stare.
"Facundo!!!" a worried call came from behind the child and a guy in a suit that hugs all the strong muscles of his arms and biceps appeared in her line of sight. He's got the same color of the child's hair and the same long lashes fanning this gentleman's cheek. But this demigod standing in front of her is a good six feet tall with a very strong jaw line making him look more masculine. She is in awe. She couldn't deny that she finds him attractive.
"Excuse me, Hi. I'm Jesse, Facundo's uncle. I apologize for any trouble he caused you maa'm..."
His words brought her back to reality.
She seemed lost for words and he makes her feel uneasy. In a good way. Very good way.
She can't seem to get a grip of her equilibrium just yet.
" Facundo, say goodbye to your beautiful friend now. Your mom must be worried sick of you." with that, he took the ball from her hand and took the child's hand for a retreat.
"bye bye.." the boy smiled and turned his back from her and started walking to the opposite direction. About ten feet away from where she was left kneeling, they both turn around and give her a polite curtsy. And then they 're gone.
This encounter made her realize of what she needs to do. Her hand automatically moved to her belly protectively.
Ramona decided that she will not let her child have the same experience that she had. She will not let her baby live without a father. She will fight for what she think is rightfully hers. Rightfully for her baby.
She will bare it all.
For the little peanut inside her.