Two more weeks passed and my life had begun to fall into a routine. Except for the growing bump in my tummy, there was not much that was happening. Some people might be bored of the monotony in their lives, but I loved it. It was so peaceful, I had nothing to worry about, except for when Nico was going to get home from school and when would Gideon come home from work.
Gideon, for his part had been the best husband anyone could ever wish for. Not only had he been paying me more attention than usual, he was also starting to open up to me regarding his life and the things he did. He no longer treated me like a temporary woman in his life, but instead treated me like someone whom you wanted to stay with forever. I knew that it was not going to happen, soon the time would come for me to leave and Gideon would find a more suitable woman for him. I just wished that he would be happy with her.
All in all, the past few weeks had been wonderful for me. This was the first time in forever that I had felt peace and did not have to worry about Nico and his deteriorating health, nor did I have to worry about my next meal or wish that people would give me a nice tip. Now all I needed to worry about was to find a suitable job—which would be extremely difficult due to my less than impressive résumé—and a two bedroom apartment—which I would be going back to East End for, since they had cheap apartments.
The Maslows, to my surprise, were being incredibly nice to me, except for Gideon’s father who was always being his brooding self and not saying more than two words to me at one time. Brenton was warming up to me and talked to me like one would normally talk to a friend and had not been his usual dominating self. Kieran, on the other hand had managed to get a special place in my heart; not only was he extremely sweet and caring towards Nico, I was starting to see him as an older brother.
However, there was one thing that had me puzzled: Lizzie. Just who was she and what exactly had she done to deserve the wrath of the Maslows. I mean, Chloe and Maddie had told me that she chose the love of her life over her family and that was why she had been banished from the family, but I wanted to know exactly who she was and who she was related to. And so far, I had no clue. When Jenny and I had gone down to the dining room with Chloe and Maddie, that was the last time we discussed Lizzie—in Chloe’s room. After the dinner—which was spectacular and would be one of my most cherished memory—Chloe and Maddie started telling us about the rest of the family members and the topic of Lizzie was closed for good.
Now I just sat in my room, thinking about what to do next. Nico was at school and Gideon was at work, so I didn’t have anything to do. But since thoughts of Lizzie had barely left my mind since the night of the dinner, maybe I could go in the library and search the archives or something.
Slipping my shoes on, I left my room and made my way to the library. All I had to do was go down to the archives and search for Lizzie’s aisle, or any name that resembled the name Lizzie. And I might as well look into the aisle which was dedicated to Gideon’s mother, maybe she might tell me something about Lizzie.
As soon as I reached the library, I quickly slipped inside and closed the giant double doors making sure to lock them so no one would disturb me. If the maids needed me, they could simply use the intercom. And if Gideon needed to talk to me, then he would call me on my cell phone which I was carrying with me.
Quickly making my way to the fifth floor, I paused for a moment and inhaled the scent of old journals and memories before raising my head to look at the names of the aisles. I slowly walked around the archives, trying to spot the name Lizzie anywhere, but just as I had expected, there was no aisle by the name of Lizzie.
Sighing in disappointment, I searched for the aisle with Gideon’s mother’s name. That was something that didn’t take me long to find. Right next to the aisle named Brian Carl Maslow was the aisle Teresa Rose Maslow. Slipping inside the aisle, I gazed at the shelf which was filled with thick journals. However, this aisle was not as full as the rest, which had me wondering whether she had written any more journals or not.
Shaking my head to get rid of irrelevant thoughts, I grabbed a journal off the shelf and sat down on the orange bean bag to read. I opened the journal and looked at the years in which this journal was written in.
Diary of Teresa Rose Maslow
There was a beautiful picture of Gideon’s mother below the name. Her golden hair was styled in an intricate bun and she looked to be wearing some sort of a luxurious gown, if the high neck and the heavy necklace was anything to go by. Gideon’s mother was truly beautiful, I really wished I met her. Turning the page, I came across the first entry which was dated March 27th. Taking a deep breath, I begun reading the smooth, feminine scrawl of Teresa Maslow.
March 27, 1986
Life can change in just a moment. I know, because it had happened to me. Just a few hours ago, I was a single woman, getting ready to marry the man I love. And now, in just a moment, I had gone from a single woman to a married one. From being a woman with her virtue intact, I had now become a woman who willingly gave her virtue to her husband.
Teresa then begun talking about her husband and their first night together after marriage, which I skipped because Teresa Maslow was not a shy writer. No way, she had written every single detail of their night together in the first entry. So I quickly skipped the first entry because I did not want to be scarred for life while I was pregnant with Gideon’s baby, and moved on the second one, which was written the next day.
March 28, 1986
We had made a baby last night; I am sure of it. There was just something so magical about the few hours in which Brian and I came together, I knew without a doubt that now I was carrying Brian’s baby in my womb.
I hope our first baby is a girl. Brian told me that the females of this family only give birth to boys. I think it’s a curse, and I want to break it. I want to break this curse of having my first born a boy. I wish it is a girl.
On and on her second entry went. I skimmed through the next few entries, trying to find anything about Lizzie, but was met with disappointment once again. There was no mention of Lizzie at all. And I didn’t really need to know that Teresa Maslow—just like all the other Maslow women—was unable to the break the curse, because Gideon was the first born. However, the next entry which my eyes stopped at gave me one of the greatest shocks of my life.
May 3rd, 1986
Since I had married Brian, my life had been nothing but wonderful. The day I had gotten married, I had a hunch that I was pregnant, but today the doctor confirmed it.
I woke up to feeling sick, like I had been for the past few weeks. The only difference was that Brian was with me and had noticed that I was sick. He had skipped work and taken me to the hospital where the doctor confirmed that I was pregnant.
Upon hearing the news, I was elated. Now, nothing could put a damper on my mood. Brian had been ecstatic once he got to know that he would soon be a father. Now I just wish that my baby is a girl. I want to be the first woman to break the family curse. I want to give Brian a baby girl first.
As soon as I had finished reading the rest of the entry, my mind was filled with questions. If Teresa got pregnant in 1986 that would mean that Gideon had be around 30 years old, but he was only 27. Had Gideon lied to me about his age? Or did Teresa lose the baby? Curiosity nearly killing me, I decided to skim the next few entries. Before I could start reading the next entry, my phone started ringing, giving my heart a sudden jolt.
Grabbing my cell phone from where I had placed it on my lap, my eyes widened when I saw Gideon’s name flashing on the screen. Shit, what was I going to tell Gideon? What if he asked me what I was doing? Bloody hell, why did he have to call at this time? Taking a couple of deep breaths to steady my pounding heart, I answered the phone.
“Hello, little dove, how are you?” Gideon asked.
“I’m great, how are you?” I tried hard to keep my voice steady.
“I’m fine, have you eaten anything after breakfast?” He questioned.
“Yes, I had fruit,” I answered.
“Good, and is my son behaving himself?” He enquired. Just by his tone, I could tell that Gideon was smiling on the other end.
“Yes, he is, not bothering me at all,” I replied, wishing he would quickly hang up and let me go back to Teresa and her unborn baby.
“That’s good, I just want to tell you that I’ll be home in a few hours, then I might take you out for dinner, how’s that?” He queried.
“Uh, sure, dinner sounds great, but are you sure you don’t want to eat at home?” I asked. I did not want Gideon to waste money on restaurant food when we could afford a nice meal at home.
“No, I want to eat out, with you.” If Gideon was here right now, I bet he would’ve kissed my cheek after saying this.
“Okay, sure, I’d love to,” I responded with a genuine smile. He was the best husband ever. I was actually wishing that this whole thing between us was real and not just a sham.
“Okay, see you in a while, take care of yourself, bye little peach.” Gideon said.
“Bye.” I hung up, the happy smile still on my face. Putting my phone back on my lap, I begun reading the next entry.
November 20, 1986
Wow, I can’t believe it. Only one more month until I will finally see and hold my baby in my arms. I can’t believe it. The happiness I feel as I write this down is unexplainable.
I know that my baby is a girl. Not only do I see a beautiful girl who has Brian’s hair and my eyes in my dreams, the women in my family also tell me that I am going to give birth to a girl. It is something about the way I walk that indicates that my baby is a girl, according to my grandmother, but I just hope she is right.
I asked Brian what he thought about having a girl as our first born, and he told me that if our baby was a girl, then he will do everything in his power to protect his little girl and keep her happy.
His words had given me so much relief. I did not have to worry about giving Brian a boy because he would be happy with either one.
Reading this gave me an unexpected surprise. So there really was a baby before Gideon, or maybe Gideon was the first baby. But that didn’t make any sense, as Gideon was twenty seven and not thirty. And even there was a possibility that Gideon’s parents had changed his birth records, I didn’t believe it. For some reason, I didn’t think that Gideon was the baby that Teresa was talking about. And there was no way that Teresa could lose the baby in the eighth month—unless she met with a fatal accident that killed the baby.
Turning my attention back to the journal, I turned the next page and to my horror, met the end of the journal. Gritting my teeth, I flipped the whole journal before huffing in frustration. But when I saw the raw edges in the middle, I knew there was something seriously wrong. Somebody had ripped out nearly of the journal. The journal was dated from the year 1986 to 1989 and the journal ended after November 20th. And seeing the uneven bits of pages glued to the spine of the journal, my thoughts were confirmed. Somebody had deliberately removed more than half of the journal. And the worst part was, I had no idea if the baby was a girl or a boy.
Not one to give up, I placed the journal back on the shelf and took out a few other ones. I quickly skimmed through the journals to find information about Teresa’s first born, but just like the first journal, some of the pages were torn from the other journals as well. I had no idea what was so important in those journals that somebody went through the effort to keep it a secret. But whatever it was, it was something big.
The sound of the intercom halted my progress. Taking a deep breath, I marched towards the intercom and picked up the phone.
“Mrs. Maslow, I just wanted to inform you that Mr. Nico is about to come back from school and that lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes.” One of the maid whom I did not the name of told me.
“All right, I’ll be in the dining room in ten minutes, thank you for telling me, and if Nico arrives, take him to his room and have him change out of his uniform.” I told her before hanging up.
Dragging myself back to Teresa’s aisle, I proceeded to put all the journals back in their rightful place, making sure not to let anyone know that I had been here. It didn’t take me long before I put the majority of the journals back in their place. With only three journals left, I climbed the portable wooden steps—that were placed around the archives for people who were short and needed help in reaching the higher shelves—to put them back in place when my wrist accidently hit the journal next to the one I was putting back, causing it drop on the floor. I swore in my mind before reaching down and picking up the fallen journal. Thinking there was no harm if I looked through one last journal I flipped the journal open.
To my surprise, the journal was not a journal. I mean it was a journal, but the inside of the journal was not what one would expect when looking at a journal. The pages of the journal were glued together and the middle was cut to form a cavity—like in movies where people hid stuff in books to hide from prying eyes. And in the cavity, laid a blue velvet bound journal.
Removing the blue journal, I ran my fingers over it, loving the feel of soft velvet beneath my fingertips. I turned the journal to inspect the back of it when my eyes landed on three words in beautiful golden ink. For a second I felt like Harry Potter when he picked up Tom Marvolo Riddle’s diary, because the three words were written in exactly the same way as the Tom’s name in his diary. However, these words were different. These words were...
Elizabeth Julia Maslow.