Providential - A true story you wouldn´t believe - Chapter 22

about 1 year ago (Edited)

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Do you know that feeling, that you have to do something.....but can´t quite remember what?
This story is just that.
I remember being told to write it but I can´t remember what I was supposed to tell you. What I do know is that everything I am going to tell you really happened, even though it may unbelievable sometimes.

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Chapter 22

Not sure if it was good news, but the test I bought proved that we did get it right that first time. This would imply that it was actually possible that she felt something come down from somewhere and enter her. Something from somewhere that was now growing inside of her, because according to the test she was pregnant.

For me it was plain as day that this tiny little thing in that belly had to be little feet, that would also explain why I had not seen her since Paris. I had no clue if she would even be able to visit now that she was sort of tied to something that one day would be a body.
One and One make three right?

She promised and I did not see her, while there was something growing in a womb.

It was over twelve weeks that Little Feet had shown up asking for chocolate and it was time to have the first 3D echo. We had the appointment in the early afternoon and even though I was slightly hungover from working in the club the night before I was really looking forward to it.

That was until the guy doing the echo showed us the baby had something that was not supposed to be there. A little lump of meat that turned me pale when I heard it. He asked us if we wanted to know what we were looking at, and we did.

"Well see that little lump of meat," the doctor said. I did not see anything, "that means you are having a boy."

Seriously, for three months I had been treating this baby as a girl. I had spoken to her using the girl's name we had come up with together, as I was not allowed to call her Elegna.

Therefore we had agreed on Ella-Chiara, and now this wiseguy in white tells me I was wrong.

Those words must have drained all the blood from my face. I really needed a bit of fresh air, it felt as if those shots from last night all came back at once.
This was very unexpected, what the hell happened?

Well, that name could be shelved, I mean a boy named Sue is one thing, but Ella-Chiara would definitely be too much.

Because I had been using that name I wanted to come up with something that sounded similar. Just in case the mulberry in the womb had actually gotten used to it.

Anyway, we were in Dordrecht as Tilburg did not have a 3D echo place. That meant I was now walking through unfamiliar streets of the old Dordrecht city center gasping for air while a song from the previous night played in my head:

The wind blows hard against this mountainside
Across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide
Setting my feet upon the road

My heart is old, it holds my memories
My body burns a gem-like flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine
Is where I find myself again

Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison where I'm going, will you follow?

Kyrie Eleison, Down the road that I must travel. Kyrie Eleison Where I´m Going will you follow?

Back then I had no clue what the song was about, but I did know that this boy was going to be named Kyrian-Elijah which in my mind had a similar ring to it as Ella-Chiara (blame it on me no longer using Mariunana if I am the only one that sees the similarity, or maybe it just had to be this name).

Stephanie struggled with the fact that she had not been part of the coming-up with the name, so I compromised and gave her three months to come up with something better.

Those first months had been the worst. Stephie got nauseous from all kinds of fragrances, especially food-related ones. The guys in our house were from different parts of Africa and cooked "exotic." Imagine how glad she was when after four months the nausea faded and she felt a bit better, a bit stronger.

That was probably what someone had been waiting for because one night, quite soon after the Kyrian-Elijah revelation, Little Feet showed up with wet red cheeks.

I don't think I had ever seen her in tears. Yes, she was heartbroken when Dani and I split up. But I don´t think she ever cried until now.

She was all ready to take the plunge (so maybe if you are sensitive enough you do feel those little spirits slide into you) and then this other entity cut in line and plunged in before her.

The way she explained it was hard not to visualize. I saw this line of cute little ghosts all ready to jump from the heavens into the bellies of their soon-to-be mothers.

Then this one little spirit just comes running out of nowhere, passing by the queue, cutting in line, and jumping just before Little Feet, who was obediently waiting her turn.

It looked rather comical, but I so felt her pain, as I knew she had been looking forward to this for who knows how long.

"Daddy, why are you grinning?"

I explained to her what images I just saw and a little smile cracked through the tears.

We hugged each other and then she told me that everything was going to be alright. But that she was so sad because now it would take:
"A long, a loooooong time. And soon I can no longer visit, then I need to wait. Maybe I can come..." she held up 1 and then 2 fingers.

"But I asked to be born, so I need to wait because I will be born with you Daddy, I will when my brother ´The Cutter´ will be big and strong. He will throw me up in the air, and always catch me. He will never let me drop."

That thought brought a real smile to her face and to mine.

Since that visit, I only saw once, and even then no more than a glimmer. It was on the day that Stephie was trying on her wedding dresses for the first time.

To Little Feet, these must have been the ultimate princess dresses and I am quite sure I saw a little look that day. It was her moment, one she would not have missed for the world, my little princess.