Good vibes

Virgínia

Despite the delay in receiving the result, compared to the DNA tests that are done after the baby is born, the DNA test was as accurate as any other, and it was not necessary to wait that long.

To the relief of all involved, the baby that Lavinia was expecting was indeed Aquiles' and this brought the long-awaited harmony once and for all to our family. Although we were all willing to try to reconcile the situation even if the child was Murilo's, there would always be some conflict, and it would not be ideal; in the end, someone would suffer.

I was now thirty weeks pregnant and even though I wanted to wait for the birth of the baby so that we could get married, Murilo was so keen for this to happen as soon as possible that I couldn't resist his excitement and agreed to make it happen.

Now I had just arrived in front of the church where our wedding ceremony would take place, and the anxiety was so great that it was even causing me strange reactions.

I was feeling pains, which I believed were very similar to the contractions I had been taught to recognize during a course for first-time parents that Murilo had made sure we both did.

" Are you all right, daughter? " my mother asked.

We were in the chauffeured car, and my parents were with me, while everyone else was already inside the church, just waiting for the wedding planner to signal us to go inside.

" I don't know, Mom, " I confessed.

" Are you thinking of giving up the wedding, Virginia? " it was my father's turn to question "Know that I will support whatever your decision may be at this time.”

I smiled at my father's words and admired the way he was always by my side now, regardless of whether he considered my attitude right or wrong, as at that moment.

" No, Dad " I denied it quickly and with conviction "Such a thing had never crossed my mind.”

" Then why do you seem so nervous? " he insisted.

I was about to say it was no big deal because I would never say that I was feeling something similar to contractions because everyone would think I was freaking out, after all, I was only thirty weeks, but at that very moment I felt something wet go down my legs, and I was immediately horrified.

" I think the baby is coming! " I screamed, feeling a horrible pain ravage me.

I was not wrong, and the driver started the car again, looking stunned.

" Should we go to the hospital, ma'am? " he asked, helpful.

" Yes, now, " I said when the pain seemed to evaporate "Tell everyone, Dad. Mom, you're coming with me.”

The driver waited only for my father to get out of the car and drove to the hospital that I could indicate, and I thanked the heavens that it was a Saturday afternoon and the traffic is not so heavy in São Paulo.

Despite this, the driver drove in a very conscientious way, without panic, and in less than twenty minutes we were already stopping in front of the hospital I had indicated and where the birth of my son was scheduled, still two months from now.

" What do you mean, our son will be born soon, baby? " Murilo asked, opening the car door and putting me on his lap.

Incredibly, Murilo managed to get to the hospital before me and hurriedly walked to the spot where there was a wheelchair just for this kind of situation.

" I don't know " I didn't know.

After that, everything happened so fast that I wouldn't even know how to tell anyone, in case it was necessary. Our daughter was born that afternoon, premature, and had to stay first in the neonatal unit, then went to the Intensive Care Unit for almost a whole month because her size and weight were already good when she was born and her respiratory system developed quickly after the birth and the care she received.

Murilo and I practically camped out in the hospital because we didn't want to be away from our little girl, and when she was released to go home, with all the necessary support and care, it was the second happiest day of our lives.

The first was when we met our rushing Manuela.

And on our first night at home with our daughter, the emotion was so great that I cried me to sleep, consoled by my almost-husband, but not for long because Manuela woke up several times that night, as well as the ones that followed.

In the first days, my parents stayed with me in my apartment because my mom did not agree to Murilo hiring a nurse and a nanny, as he wanted. After all, she wanted to help me until I got the hang of taking care of my daughter on my own.

After this happened, I agreed with my mother and even when they went back to their home, I continued to take care of my daughter alone, until I shared the administration of the store with Mariana again.

At this point, it became necessary to have a nanny, who accompanied me wherever I went with Manuela, but never really left her at home.

Murilo Is a very present father and shared with me the care of our daughter whenever he was home, proving every day his love for both of us, both with words and actions. And that night, when I woke up at dawn and couldn't find him beside me in bed, I already knew where he was.

I only had to look at the flat TV monitor on our bedroom wall, which was monitoring Manuela's room twenty-four hours a day, to verify that I was right because that was exactly where he was at that moment.

She must have woken up and when he realized that I didn't hear her cry, he preferred not to wake me up and went there to take care of our daughter, alone.