Chapter 1

It has been months since I arrived in Italy, although my stay at first was not pleasant due to my pain, now I cannot say the same. Italy is the best thing that has happened to me, I am happy again. I have new friends, a favorite person and my classes at the university are the best, I can really say that that pain that I felt months ago finally today represents nothing more than a bad memory.

My sun, as I say to Francesco, has shown me that in life you have to suffer just enough, or he reminded me because I knew that, that man has given me back everything that I once thought was lost: my smile, my happiness  and trust in people, he is everything a person should have in life. He is attentive, thoughtful, sincere, funny, dreamy and very ... Very flattering.

"Are you sure you want it that way?" Looking at his black eyes that I like for the unique brightness they have, I smile maliciously.

“I am very sure. I need you to do it with strength and not hold back in doing it,” his half-open mouth and his doubtful look make me tremendously special.

"I don't think I can, it can get out of control and it would ruin everything."

Taking his cheeks between my hands, I look at him seriously this time, "I trust you, you can do it, I need it." Our breaths are ragged by the effort we're making.

“Wonderful...”

"I like it," I interrupt, "I like the liquid to spread."  When I see him go on his way, “I'm sorry,” I bite my lip at the look he gives me, I can always convince him.

"I hate you doing this," he growls giving up, "you can always convince me, Maravilla," he finally smiles and gives me a determined look. I bite his neck and hope he does.

"Yeah, like this," I squeal happily. "Do you see how the paint spreads perfectly?" I look at the giant canvas in front of us. "Look at how its reach is greater, the drops that stand out look beautiful ... Beautiful ..." everyone in the room cackles.

"They're really crazy," Steve says, "that relationship, I envy him." Looking at him, I wink at him.

"My life, with me everything is perfect and enviable" I move my shoulders coquettishly.

“You shouldn't force yourself so much,” my Sun hugs me from behind, “you must take care of our sweetie,” he caresses my huge belly.

"But I love crazy painting days," I turn and look at him, “and I don't make much of an effort,” I lie. Pulling the paint hard enough to make the balloons explode is pretty tiring.

Crazy painting days were invented by me.  It consists of putting a fairly large canvas in front of us and throwing balloons with paint so that it explodes and mixes. In college, I made four new friends; Steve, Micaela, Roderick and Fatima are the bomb. They all work as artists even without having graduated, but they are good at what they do. I decided not to work yet, I want to carry my pregnancy in peace and Francesco was in total agreement. I don't need the money.

"What will we do after this?" Fatima asks, she's a 25-year-old girl. Crazy, and very loose tongue. She's worse than a goat. Very crazy.

"To sleep with men for sure not," says Micaela, she is more rescued and more focused, "I don't want to go to those clubs that they like so much, per amore di give dates with a boy every day," she shouts, looking at our scandalized friend.

“Look at the puritan,” Fatima mocks , “life is only one and the one above didn't give me this,” she points to her pussy, “to decorate my life. It is used, reused and enjoyed, right?”

 Micaela turned red from her frowing, “you are a dirty woman, very dirty,” my friends next to my sun cannot hold back laughter. It is always like that with them.

"What do you say about going for a pizza at Don Genaro's restaurant?" I propose, “nothing like a delicious and freshly made pizza facing the sea” I look at everyone with a smile on my lips.

"Sounds perfect. Olethea should rest today, she can't always be on the spree, no matter how much her pregnancy doesn't bother her," Steve warns.

“You are right,” my Sun embraces me, “I give her a lot of freedom and I don't think it's prudent for her to be around, not at this height,” he kisses my head, I for one sighed.

"Say no more," Roderick applauds, "so come and continue with the day of crazy paintings and ..." he says no more, Fatima has thrown a balloon in his face and I'm sure he has swallowed half of the painting. Laughter is immediate, my friend with his face painted neon green, looks incredulous at our friend.

“What? Don't shut up!” She continues laughing, my friend is getting more serious and without caring, he looks at the balloon in his hand, “oh, no. No. No,” says Fatima, denying with her hands.

"Oh yeah, you better run," Roderick says in a scary tone. Our friend without thinking tries to leave the room, but the balloon in less than a second crashes it with her ass.  My belly hurts from laughing so much.

"Oh mio dio!" Micaela squeaks, "thanks to my idea of buying non-toxic children's paints. Now they're not in trouble." Seeing her breasts full of purple paint, she looks at Steve with her mouth open.

"Come on baby, come here and play," he winks, Mica desperate and furious starts throwing paint like crazy without seeing where. Micaela is blonde, short and has big blue and gray eyes, she's sweet, self-conscious and very accommodating. She's a fool! So Carla would say.

"Aaaahhh," I scream touching my belly,"shit," I squeal holding my Sun who hugging me. I like to tease my friends.

"What's wrong Wonder?" My sun asks worriedly, standing in front of me, the laughter of my friends disappears.

"Olethea, what happened?" Mica asks when she comes to my side.

Straightening up I smile, “you want to load" I laugh when I look at their faces, my friends are incredulous at my black humor, it makes them nervous that they give me pain and they are indisposed.

 "You're crazy!" Steve yells, “you shouldn't play like that Olethea, you shouldn't," he growls. Steve is the most focused of all, he is brown with dark chocolate eyes, tall and his body that is not so muscular is very beautiful, when looking at his white body you can see the freckles on his chest, shoulders and back, that give it a unique detail.

“And growled the bitter one in the group”, Fatima folds her arms.

"That's true," Roderick supports her, “why can't you just laugh at a joke and that's it?" He looks at him with narrowed eyes.

“But this isn't funny at all, man” he answers, “she has given me a fright.” Steve is Spanish, specifically from the Canary Island, “she can't do that, I thought she would give birth,” he says in Spanish, our friends who don't know how to speak well snorts.

"You should relax," I look at him, "you can't always be so serious. You are going to forgive me, but a little madness is essential,” I look at my friend, “not always everything must be serious, when you learn that being always bitter is useless, you will realize that laughing is the best thing there is.”

My friend messes up his hair, “ok, I get it," he snorts, "but that's not good Olethea, you've given me a scare."

Snorting, I look at my friend and then hug him, “okay, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I smile at him. "Will you forgive me?" My friend, looking at me from his height, nods.

"Okay, you know why I get like this," he reminds me. Of course I know; two months ago, a little more and I would have lost my son due to a fall that I had.

“He's right,” my sun said, “it wasn't funny what we went through 2 months ago, a little longer and you have lost the baby and everything for ignoring,” I roll my eyes, some things in me don't change, I'm very self-sufficient and  that brings me problems.  One day something got into my head to climb a somewhat heavy canvas up the stairs of the house of my sun, and I fell down them, it was not pretty.

“Ok, ok. It was a bad idea, I won't do it again,” I turn away from my friend and look at them smiling, “now, how about we continue with this fun…?”  I felt paint spreading behind my back and that shut me up, it's cold and thick. When I turn around, I look at Fatima.

“What? Don't shut up! ” She says the same thing she said to Roderick.

"Isn't that funny?" He laughs.

"Fatima, I'm going to kill you," I shouted as I walked to take a balloon and throw it at her, but of course I fail. I can’t move freely and Francesco, knowing the danger that the paint represented on the floor, put a carpet so that it would not be slippery. That man thinks of everything, once he found out that I liked art, he gave me my own room so that I could paint and when I invented the day of ‘crazy paintings’ he did not hesitate to give me another room so I could do it here at home.