Chapter 222 - Two Hundred And Twenty-two: Goodbye My Love (2/2)

Thankfully, Isabella has not attempted any suicidal stunt lately but she hasn't fully recovered either. She reacts a bit to conversations now, that's all.

Isabella followed me home without complaint which was totally different from her argumentative personality formerly. To be frank, I missed her old self.

When we arrived home and got into the living room, Isabella didn't say a word but I knew the way her eyes darted around that she was searching for the surprise I had installed for her.

”Stay here,” I told her and went upstairs, only to return with little Neon in my arms.

”Here, Isabella, I want you to meet Neon, my Godchild,” I lowered the baby so she could take a good glance at him.

”I know this is not going to make up for the loss of Maya nor be her  replacement but Isabella, would you be a godsister to Neon?” I asked with a hint of anxiety.

Her therapist had suggested giving Isabella an intriguing responsibility that would take her mind off the loss. And this was the only idea I could think of in making Isabella human again.

Isabella regarded Neon who was bundled in thick clothes - almost looking like a little mummy- from his head to his feet.

”He's ugly,” She finally commented.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, Isabella acquiesced.

”Do you want to hold him?” I offered her, with a smile.

She nodded and I gave her the child, adjusting him properly in her arms to my surprise.

”What an ugly thing,” She pouted, rocking him gently while Neon smiled up at her, babbling saliva and all.

”He's a living thing,” I pointed out yet had never been so happy at her choice of words.

”Who cares,” she rolled her eyes which were more like the Isabella I knew.

”Since I'm the godsister, does that mean he would live with us and I get to train him?” She asked, letting the child captivated by her hair to play with it.

”If you want to, he could live with us but I'll be the one doing the training,” I cleared her and as a matter of fact, was already visualizing her definition of training.

”I'll be the one spending much time with him anyway, I'm game,” she agreed, already fascinated by the little boy.

”Isabella, meet Jennifer, Neon's mother,” I introduced the woman who was intent on hiding away from Isabella.

”Hi, I'm Jennifer,” the shy woman finally came out of her hiding spot, extending her hand for a handshake.

Isabella lowered her head, motioning that she was carrying a baby, her baby, so unable to shake hands with her.

But she introduced herself notwithstanding, ”Hi, I'm Isabella and I pray we get along,”

A grin curved my lips, Isabella was back.