Viviane
"Are you sure it's okay?" Felipe asked for the third time and I explained again that everything was fine, I just wasn't in the mood to work that day.
After much insistence that I make an appointment for a doctor's appointment, he left for work.
A short time later, João Pedro enters the room, without even knocking.
"Do you know this room isn't yours and that you need to knock before you go in?" I asked sullenly.
I was feeling worse every day for continuing to lie to Felipe, while he did all my wishes, was making a thousand plans for our wedding, and was completely in love with Sarah, his daughter, something he did not know.
I believe that for this reason, my body was reacting in that way, because of the emotional discomfort that I was experiencing at the time.
" What I do know is that it is past time for you to tell your future husband the whole truth " João Pedro spoke in a serious way, as never before had I seen him be.
Since Felipe had proposed to me two days ago, João Pedro insisted that I should tell Felipe that he was Sarah's real father. I had promised that I would tell him as soon as I had an opportunity, but he was pressuring me because he said he would only leave when everything was cleared up.
He was right, for there would never be a good time to tell and Felipe deserved to know the truth.
"Felipe needs to know, Vivi!"
"I need to know what?" said Felipe, re-entering the room.
"I thought you had already left," I said nervously, sitting "better in bed.
"I went to Sarah's room and thought she was a little warm. I put the thermometer on and she's feverish."
I believe the concern for Sarah made him totally forget about it, as soon as the three of us were in my little one's room.
João Felipe
My heart was tight. My little doll was sick and we didn't know yet what this sudden fever was all about.
Everything was so good! She was a very healthy child and since I returned to live in São Paulo, she had never been sick. Not even when she took her vaccines, which nurses always warned about having some kind of reaction, did she get a fever?
" What does she have, Doctor? " Viviane anticipated me when the doctor who was accompanying Sarinha entered the room where we were waiting for the result of some tests that were performed.
"The tests showed only a slight infection. Probably due to tonsillitis identified when I examined it."
She approached Sarinha and touched her face briefly, probably to feel the temperature. She was a woman in her fifties and very cordial.
He looked at something on a paper in his hand and continued to explain.
"I'm going to give you an antibiotic to be given at home and you'll be able to take little Sarah Felicity home."
Upon hearing Sarinha's middle name, something shot up in my brain, as if that information meant something, but the doctor continued to speak and I went back to paying attention to her instructions.
After she left, leaving Viviane with a recipe, she took Sarinha, who was asleep at the time, and put her in her arms.
I was still a little stunned, I didn't know exactly why until Vivi asked me why I was still standing there in the corner of the hospital room.
"Sorry, Vivi," I said, quickly composing myself. "Come on, I'll help you with the little one."
I took Sarinha in my arms and we left the hospital towards the garage. I accommodated the little girl in her child seat and Vivi went in the back seat as well, to have more attention on her.
As I drove slowly because the traffic was intense at that time, several thoughts flooded my head and disconnected things, but I began to analyze and saw that in fact, everything was connected.
I thought about Sarinha's name being Sarah Felicity, with the second name matching mine, Felipe.
I remembered his birthday six months ago in March. I started doing some basic math, and I was confused that I hadn't done them before, because if Sarah was born in March, it meant she had been awarded the year before, probably in July. More than two years ago, when I was in São Paulo and in the same period in which I was involved with Viviane.
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Viviane wouldn't stay with João Pedro at the same time she was staying with me. She didn't finish it all with me until two months later, and the conclusion I came to from there was something that was already making me feel betrayed by two people I loved most in this world.
Either Sarinha had been born seven months old, which I doubted a lot, or she was my daughter. And I was more and more convinced that I had been deceived when I remembered the moment I entered my room in the morning, when I was going to warn Viviane about Sarinha fever, and ended up interrupting a conversation between her and my brother and then I was sure that I was Sarah's father.
"You're so quiet," Viviane said, sounding tense.
" I'm thinking. " I replied sincerely. "But don't worry, when we get home we'll talk."
My priority at the time was to take care of my little one, who was in the back seat asleep in all her innocence.
We waited until we got home and only after we had already taken care of Sarinha, with the help of my mother and Isabela, did Viviane say she would go to the room because she wanted to take a shower.
"I'll be back soon," she warned, but I realized she was pretty downcast.
I remembered then that even before we went to the hospital, she was already complaining of fatigue, and that she had even decided not to go to work.
"No need to rush, she's already medicated and Dr. Marli said she'd get plenty of sleep after the medication."
"Felipe is right, Vivi. I take care of Sarinha and when she wakes up I call her. I promise."