Chapter 395 - They are the same - mdfour
Veronica
And my Liam, my musician, my scholar, my genius for music, he was our daily challenge, my little one only responds with love, there’s no one who doesn't fall for the charm of his innocent green eyes.
Even Dante, who is so serious, never says no to his brother. We will always be ready to help him, because he always knows how to reach us. I am so afraid for him, he wants to start a family like the one he is growing up in, and that fills me with fear.
I constantly pray for a woman who truly sees him for who he is, a being of light, an intelligent, respectful, innocent person. Roland and I haven't touched on this topic, but we have thought about it. It will be a great challenge. I trust in God, when I got pregnant, I entrusted them to Him.
"A good oral sex for what you're thinking."
I burst out laughing at my husband's comment near my ear, so our children didn't hear. I just hope that even when he is seventy years old, he never stops making these kinds of comments. His dirty comments.
"Deal," he laughed. "I was thinking about our children, how grown they are and that they will now start having new experiences. I'm worried about Liam."
"About women?"
"Partly, really about everything. He wants to have a family and I don't know if he'll manage."
"Beautiful, you know the doctor told us he can have children, his reproductive system is complete and perfect."
"I mean finding a woman who loves him and doesn't hurt him. I fear for all of them, but especially for Liam. I don't want his heart to be broken."
"We can't guarantee that, but we can be sure that if it happens, we will be here to help him through it."
"I suppose that's true."
We arrived home and were pleasantly surprised to find Santi with Luz Marina and my two nephews. They were so big! Salvador was already in college and Isabel was about to finish high school. Gradually, each family arrived with their children, and it was beautiful to see how my father, at his age, was still strong and firm like an oak.
They have maintained this family tradition every Sunday, my mother-in-law and him. I think that even if one of them were to pass away, this space for family, sharing, laughing, and arguing would continue. It was already four in the afternoon, and we had to head back; I don't want to arrive in the dark with the horses.
"Roland, can I have a second?" Alfredo intercepted him.
"Of course." They moved a little away, and I managed to hear.
"Are you sure you can get the house finished?"
"Haven't you seen it? It'll be ready in a week, and you get married in three."
"Good, because that's my wedding gift." Yes, everything is definitely falling into place.
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Patricia
In fifteen days, it would be Alfredo and Patricia's wedding. The boys went on one of their missions today. That's why I can't call my Beast, I don't know what he's up to and I can't interrupt.
But when he gets back, we need to have a very serious talk with our children. Ah! Don't think they will escape my punishment; they might have evaded their father's security at home, but not a mother's.
Every day I get up twice at dawn to make sure they're okay, for this security there's no software that can be manipulated. It was one in the morning, and those little brats thought I wouldn't notice their antics. Isaac, at seventeen, and Augusto, at fourteen, spend all their time together. I have no idea where they went, but they are going to hear from me!
A year ago, we talked with Isaac about his birth and the truth about his father. He was the one who asked why he looked so physically different. He turned out identical to his biological father.
When we confessed, we did it with his godparents, Veronica and Simon, and also Patricia, who at that time acted like a psychologist. In the living room, Luisa was holding baby Amin, and Roland was there too. We gathered in the study and told him everything, not leaving out a single detail. I remember that afternoon so clearly.
I was terrified that my son would reject me and look at me with disdain. I feared he would become rebellious for not feeling part of us, even though it wasn't true, because Miguel had always treated all three children as his own—two boys and his precious little girl. I started the story, talking about my childhood and how I was kidnapped. Then Veronica spoke about her trauma and how Simon and Miguel helped her react. After that, Miguel and Simon spoke. Finally, Veronica and Miguel wrapped up the story.
"That's everything, son, because you are my son," Miguel said. "We always agreed that the day you asked, we would tell you the truth, with everyone involved present." Isaac remained silent, his eyes moist, and it broke my heart. I wanted to hug him, but Patricia wouldn't let me.
"Take the time you need, Isaac, to process all this new information," Patricia said. "Compare it with how your parents have treated you, how each member of the big family around you has treated you. Think about what might have happened if things had been different. Analyze everything, dear." My son's lips trembled.
"If I hadn't asked, would you have told me?"
"Very likely not," his father replied. "Diana is terrified that you might change and stop being the great son you are, the example for your siblings. For years, that has been her fear—being rejected by you."
"Rejected for loving me?"
At that moment, I lost my composure and couldn't help but howl. I didn't realize how much I needed my baby's acceptance. I ran to hug him and clung to his body, which was no longer a child's; he was now taller than me.
"Isaac..."
"Mom. It's true I don't know how to feel, but it's clear I have nothing against you. Just let me process it and put myself in your shoes, as my godmother says. Don't tell my siblings that I'm not their real brother."
"Who said you're not?" Miguel's voice broke. "Are you going to reject me as your father?" My son clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze. "Anyone who dares to say you're not my son better find a good hiding spot. I'll break them!"
"Miguel!" Veronica, Patricia, and I shouted.
"And I'll help," Simon said. At that moment, my son stopped hugging me and ran into his father's arms, crying like a child.
He has been in therapy with Patricia for a year, and she has done an excellent job with him. He has taken it well. We've respected his wish not to tell his siblings. Augusto adores him. But today... My phone rang, and I answered before Ines woke up.
"Beast!"
"What's wrong? Your heart rate is speeding up." But... I looked at my wedding and engagement rings.
"Your kids ran away from home, they're not answering their phones, and they took one of your cars. A very fast one."
"What did those brats do?!"
"What you heard! I have the creed, the Lord's Prayer, and all the prayers on my lips. I can't handle the nerves."
"I'll take care of it."
"You guys are on the mission you postponed."
"It's tomorrow. Today was just about preparing for what we need to do. I'll track where my kids are."
"But you're far away."
"Do you think I only have a tracker on you? Little one, don't underestimate me. Besides, Roland is in Blanco. If it's what I think it is..."
"Miguel, tell me."
"Stay calm. I'll call you in a couple of hours."