Chapter 94 Doula Trouble
Albeit the idea being foreign, Isabella knew she had to get the doula.
The pregnancy wasn't easy, thus, she had to get all the help she could get.
That was why she was sitting in her living room with Celia, awaiting the doula Celia talked about.
"... She can move in if I want?!", Isabella asked in disbelief.
"Yes she can! It's her job!", Celia replied, lazing on the sofa as she looked through a magazine she swiped from the restaurant.
"Wow! I didn't know that could happen!", Isabella replied honestly.
"You don't have anything to worry about, she's good at her job.
If she wasn't I wouldn't...!", Celia was interrupted by her phone ringing.
Isabella watched as Celia picked the call, must be the doula, she thought as she stood up to approach the door.
"D'accordo! D'accordo! Sali solo di sopra!", Celia said as she stood up to confirm the doula was downstairs.
"Oh my God! I forgot to ask her name!", Isabella said as she walked towards the door.
"Mrs Martinez!", Celia simply answered.
"Right! Do I always have to speak Italian to her?!", Isabella asked, trying to memorize details.
"Oh not necessarily!
She understands English!
But I've just been speaking Italian to her for as long as I can remember!", Celia answered.
"Okay! Let's go welcome Mrs Martinez then!", Isabella said as she finally opened the door to see the older lady smiling as she walked up the stairs.
"Welcome ma'am!", Isabella said as she opened the door wide.
"Am I in the right place!", Mrs Martinez asked as she had expected to see Celia.
"Yes you are ma'am! Come on in!", Isabella said, gesturing into her cozy apartment.
Seeing Celia, Mrs Martinez wrapped her in a hug, it truly had been a while since she last saw her friend's niece.
Soon, the ladies gathered in the living room to talk about the arrangements.
"Are we waiting for your husband?!", Mrs Martinez asked.
Isabella didn't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or if it was her annoyance, but Mrs Martinez' statement really annoyed her.
What does she mean husband!
Oh my God! I just knew she was the judgy type.
Isabella didn't mean to attach a stereotype to the woman, but she just looked like the typical Italian aunty to judge.
"What do you mean by that?!", Isabella finally said, giving the woman the chance to correct herself.
It didn't look like she was taking it as she continued, "I mean your husband! The father of the child! Are we waiting for him?!"
Celia didn't need to look at Isabella's face to know Mrs Martinez had struck the wrong chord.
Isabella simply passed Celia an estranged look.
Celia was more than aware Mrs Martinez was the woman for the job, she had seen her work afterall.
What she didn't expect was the manner of approach.
"He's late!", Isabella replied curtly.
She might have wished Luciano would be dead already, then she would be rest assured she would be left to her new life.
"Ohh!", Mrs Martinez said, sharing a look with Celia.
"Well that'd be a problem, it'd be just you, me and the baby then!", she continued.
"What do you mean?!", Isabella asked, already irked.
"I can't work without seeing the father of the child!", Mrs Martinez said.
Celia wasn't sure how Isabella managed to sit through the meeting, but she did regardless.
From the looks of things, it didn't seem like Isabella was employing her aunt's friend.
"I'm going to start looking up doula agencies in the vicinity!", Isabella said as she shut the door to the apartment.
How annoying!
I don't need the baby's father, I can take care of my baby just fine!, Isabella thought.
She could only thank her stars and Celia that she had started looking on time.
It gave her the time to vet the doulas.
She might be a first time mom, but she wouldn't allow anyone to judge her for something she couldn't control.
Isabella was determined to try her possible best to provide for herself and her baby.
"Thank you so much for your time sir!", Andreas said as he shook the customer in one of the fancy high end restaurants in Umbria.
"Of course! Anytime Mr Andreas!
Kindly help me send my greetings to The Don!", the customer replied.
"Of course!
I apologize one more time, he had a family emergency!", Andreas said, making an excuse for Luciano.
"Oh it's no hassle! I understand! Next time then!", The customer agreed, standing up to take his leave.
"Do you want me to see you off sir?!", Andreas asked.
"No! You don't need to! We'll leave now!", the customer said, turning to leave, his assistant following behind him.
Coincidentally, Andreas had been sent on a trip to Umbria in place of Luciano.
Apparently, The Don wasn't in the head space to close a deal at the moment in time. Even if he wanted to deny, Andreas knew exactly what was going on with The Don.
Thus, Andreas had taken a flight to Umbria.
While he would be there, he took some men along to canvas the city for Isabella.
The possibility of her being anywhere in Italy, had them taking said opportunity every time they went on a trip.
Her name and description were all they had as they canvassed the city.
However, Isabella had been smart enough to change her identity, cutting her hair and changing the color.
One could say, their mission was close to impossible.
Since it was a cool afternoon, Andreas walked out of the restaurant, deciding to take his car to do his own brief search.
Her appearance still fresh in his memory, he wondered if she was even in Umbria to start with.
What he didn't know was the woman he honked at to cross the street was the doula who had just walked out of Isabella's apartment.
At the exact same time, Isabella walked to her balcony, closing the curtains as she was quite annoyed at the doula.
She never would have expected the car the doula passed in front of was for Andreas.