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Then it made me stand guard at the door of the children’s infirmary, talk to the doctor and spend the whole day leaning against a wall just to make sure they were treated minimally well.The same feeling led me to the tiny apartment in which they lived and brought me here.I should have known better, shouldn’t I?
I should have been able to understand that proximity to Antonella wouldn’t make this need to protect her lessen, but it would do the exact opposite.It would make it so unbearably great that her pain would be my pain.
And if yesterday I was able to escape the desire that unfolded before my eyes as a true spectacle, that Antonella be my woman, today I am no longer.However, knowing what to do with these things is completely different.And the only thing that makes me feel more powerless than Antonella’s sadness at this moment is my own ignorance.
A warm breeze blows the light fabric of my dress, and I look one last time at the phone in the palm of my hand.On my way and very eager to know what all this means.Marcos’ message says. I sigh and raise my head, tilting it back and letting my eyes be lost in the sky. Any second now.
The night is warm, there is an immense moon taking over the dark blue immensity, my heart is racing, my mouth is dry and my hands are trembling.At the end of the day, Grazi was right.It took me almost seven days to prepare for that moment, but they weren’t enough.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip when the sound of the propellers appears in the distance. He’s coming. Around me, the Marina in Guarulhos moves like a living organism. People, boats, and cars are continuously transiting, and just in the last half hour, while waiting for Marcos to arrive, three helicopters have already landed and taken off soon after.
A few days ago, even before Isabella’s birthday, he told me that once, in Vienna, Italy, he was in something very similar to a drive in, only by boat.
I found the idea interesting and after researching it once, I began to be persecuted virtually by the announcement of a similar event in Guarulhos.At first, I wasn’t interested in the level of going.But after I found out that the movie on display was The Godfather, it was impossible not to want to surprise Marcos, and here we are.I mean, I am.My husband’s not here yet.
It’s Friday night and he’s coming by helicopter straight from his office in São Paulo to here.I organized everything and just texted him telling him what time the pilot would be waiting for him.He tried, in every way possible, to make me say what I was planning, but I refused to spoil the surprise.I’d be a lot more excited if the movie was the only surprise I had planned for tonight.
And if I have no doubt that Marcos will love the first one to the same extent, I’m sure he will hate the second one.I could tell him the truth about Isabella’s father at any time, it’s true.Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s a good idea to do it right in the middle of the sea, maybe it’s a stupid idea, but I wanted this moment to mean more than just the feeling of a bad discovery for him, so I’m trying to balance things out.
The helicopter appears in the distance and I fix my eyes on it, following its approach.Minutes pass and my heart cannot decide if hours or months are running until Marcos is descending from the iron giant before the propellers are completely stopped.
“Why are we in a marina?You bought a yacht?Please tell me you didn’t buy a yacht?” he asks, walking towards me with the humor that only he knows how to have and a funny expression on his face.If just seeing him wasn’t enough to put a smile on my face — spoiler alert, it is — the way he’s looking at me, despite my nervousness, would be.
“No, Marcos! I didn’t buy a yacht!”
“Thank God!” He pretends to be relieved, and I laugh at his silliness. He takes me in his arms the moment he reaches me.
“Hey, beautiful...” Touches his forehead with mine and my heart doesn’t know what to do: if it should run a marathon, or if it should hide, afraid.
“Hi, Marcos…” A caress on my face, a soft kiss on my lips and my eyes close.
“What are we doing here?” The tone is whispering, hot.I caress his face with mine and pull out a deep inhalation before letting my eyes open.
“It’s a surprise... You will see…”
“Surprise, huh?It’s not a yacht, right?Are you sure?”
“Yes! Absolutely sure!” I laugh at the unreasonable insistence. After all, of course I didn’t buy a yacht.His bank account would know if I did.
“Alright! Let’s see this surprise that is not a yacht” he says smilingly before sinking his nose in my neck.
?
“Okay, what’s she doing here?” Marcos asks as soon as we stop in front of his sailboat. Standing beside him, I turn my face to him.
“You know that boat is an object, right?” His eyes search for me, and with a very serious expression, he asks.
“Did I get a say on the name of your dildo?” Lifts an eyebrow and I open my mouth, outraged.
“How do you know my dildo has a name?” Now he slightly tilts his head in aserious?And I click my tongue before laughing.
“I asked your father for help... To bring the…” My speech is interrupted by Marcos’ narrow look and I roll my eyes. “Molly, to bring Molly here...” He smiles pleased that I accepted his weird argument.
“Mm-hmm…” He nods and looks suspiciously at the boat and me. “And why did you bring her?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“You haven’t really figured it out yet?I mean, we’ve gone through at least half a dozen posters from the helipad to here!”
“Ah!” He shakes his head, agreeing, only to completely surprise me later. “I was too busy paying attention to a much more interesting sight than random posters.” I can’t resist, I grab his waist and look for his mouth with mine, because it’s me he’s talking about.It was me Marcos hadn’t looked away from since he got off the helicopter. “Are we going to spend the weekend sailing naked? Because if that’s the surprise, congratulations!You’ve outdone the best gift I’ve ever had in my life!”
