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asked in my head.
I could almost see him answering the same way he did about the drink, so I kept my mouth, feigned a flippancy I was far from feeling and rubbed my belly.
“Your baby is active in here.” I smiled at him. “The kicking never stops.”
He grinned and came over beside me. He put his hands on my belly and for the longest time, I did not breathe.
“How are you coping?” He took his hands away and moved away from me slightly.
“I am okay. Despite the fact that I hobble like a seal.”
He touched my cheek and sighed. “So you are staying in Mandeville then?”
“Yes, the hospital is here.”
“I meant … never mind.” He took his hand away and put it on his legs. “When is Shauna getting married?”
“Next week,” I answered thickly. I was going to miss her.
“So you are staying on here then?”
I nodded.
“I will pay the rent.” He gave me a look that said I shouldn’t argue. “When Shauna leaves I will help you set up her room as a nursery of sorts.”
I cleared my throat. “She’ll be leaving this Thursday.”
“Then I’ll be here on Thursday.”
“How does Marie feel about me and the baby?” I blurted out. The question had been hovering on the tip of my tongue.
“How do you think?” George asked vaguely.
“Does she hate my guts? Will she hate my child? I need to know,” I touched his hand, “I need to know not only for me but for my child.”
“She’s dealing with it,” George sighed, “she was going to leave for America to avoid the situation, but decided against it. She’s now on vacation. She asks about you, if you are alright.”
Oh hell, she was concerned. At that moment I hated myself slightly. I imagined her as a bitter woman with a knife drawn to slash me if she ever saw me. I tried to reconstruct an image of a woman who was hurting because of the actions I participated in and still found the time to ask if I was alright, and then I almost puked. I did not want her sympathy, and I almost wished I had never asked George about his wife.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
George
The phone rang at two in the morning. I peered blearily at the number. The name Karen flashed on the screen. I jumped up and Marie stirred beside me.
“Hello,” I whispered. My voice sounded raspy. I cleared my throat.
“George, I am at the hospital,” Karen mumbled.
Marie sat up beside me and turned on the lamp.
“Are you having the baby?” I asked stupidly. I was uncomfortable with Marie behind me.
“ Yeeeees.” Karen hissed.
“I’ll be right there.” I hung up the phone and turned to Marie. I felt uneasy. I had to go to the hospital. I knew she would understand that but the pain of knowing that I was about to be a father and she was not involved caused me to tremble slightly. Another human being who would depend on me was now more important than the logistics of our relationship.
She touched my arm. “You should call your mother and father.”
I nodded.
“Does she have support at the hospital?”
“Yes, her mother and her friend Shauna.”
“Is the nursery finished?” Marie swallowed, she was trying her best. It was basic concern. This was no longer just them. A child was now involved.
“I did that last week.” I had to get up. I looked around the room for something to pull on. Marie got up and found a pair of jeans and a green cable-knit sweater. She handed it to me.
“Don’t forget to brush your teeth.” She went back under the sheets and stared at me silently as I pulled on my sweater.
“It’s back way,” she grinned.
I shrugged out of it and pulled it on the correct way.
“First babies usually take a while.” She clutched the sheet tightly, and I knew she was hurting but was trying hard to be civil.
That was what we had for the past month, civility. After she forgave me she said she would need time to forget. The forgetting part would not happen with evidence on its way.
Your life is what you make it, my mother used to say. “I’ll
I could almost see him answering the same way he did about the drink, so I kept my mouth, feigned a flippancy I was far from feeling and rubbed my belly.
“Your baby is active in here.” I smiled at him. “The kicking never stops.”
He grinned and came over beside me. He put his hands on my belly and for the longest time, I did not breathe.
“How are you coping?” He took his hands away and moved away from me slightly.
“I am okay. Despite the fact that I hobble like a seal.”
He touched my cheek and sighed. “So you are staying in Mandeville then?”
“Yes, the hospital is here.”
“I meant … never mind.” He took his hand away and put it on his legs. “When is Shauna getting married?”
“Next week,” I answered thickly. I was going to miss her.
“So you are staying on here then?”
I nodded.
“I will pay the rent.” He gave me a look that said I shouldn’t argue. “When Shauna leaves I will help you set up her room as a nursery of sorts.”
I cleared my throat. “She’ll be leaving this Thursday.”
“Then I’ll be here on Thursday.”
“How does Marie feel about me and the baby?” I blurted out. The question had been hovering on the tip of my tongue.
“How do you think?” George asked vaguely.
“Does she hate my guts? Will she hate my child? I need to know,” I touched his hand, “I need to know not only for me but for my child.”
“She’s dealing with it,” George sighed, “she was going to leave for America to avoid the situation, but decided against it. She’s now on vacation. She asks about you, if you are alright.”
Oh hell, she was concerned. At that moment I hated myself slightly. I imagined her as a bitter woman with a knife drawn to slash me if she ever saw me. I tried to reconstruct an image of a woman who was hurting because of the actions I participated in and still found the time to ask if I was alright, and then I almost puked. I did not want her sympathy, and I almost wished I had never asked George about his wife.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
George
The phone rang at two in the morning. I peered blearily at the number. The name Karen flashed on the screen. I jumped up and Marie stirred beside me.
“Hello,” I whispered. My voice sounded raspy. I cleared my throat.
“George, I am at the hospital,” Karen mumbled.
Marie sat up beside me and turned on the lamp.
“Are you having the baby?” I asked stupidly. I was uncomfortable with Marie behind me.
“ Yeeeees.” Karen hissed.
“I’ll be right there.” I hung up the phone and turned to Marie. I felt uneasy. I had to go to the hospital. I knew she would understand that but the pain of knowing that I was about to be a father and she was not involved caused me to tremble slightly. Another human being who would depend on me was now more important than the logistics of our relationship.
She touched my arm. “You should call your mother and father.”
I nodded.
“Does she have support at the hospital?”
“Yes, her mother and her friend Shauna.”
“Is the nursery finished?” Marie swallowed, she was trying her best. It was basic concern. This was no longer just them. A child was now involved.
“I did that last week.” I had to get up. I looked around the room for something to pull on. Marie got up and found a pair of jeans and a green cable-knit sweater. She handed it to me.
“Don’t forget to brush your teeth.” She went back under the sheets and stared at me silently as I pulled on my sweater.
“It’s back way,” she grinned.
I shrugged out of it and pulled it on the correct way.
“First babies usually take a while.” She clutched the sheet tightly, and I knew she was hurting but was trying hard to be civil.
That was what we had for the past month, civility. After she forgave me she said she would need time to forget. The forgetting part would not happen with evidence on its way.
Your life is what you make it, my mother used to say. “I’ll
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