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sucking his thumb right now." She
patted the bed. "Come sit here and get acquainted with your son."
Jack sat on the
bed and placed his hand on her belly, his eyes staring off as he waited for
movement, then he smiled slightly, as if he'd felt a kick. But after that he stood
abruptly, and said, "I need to get back to the stables," and left.
Grace stared at
the empty chair, wondering what it would take to get Jack to see her as more
than just the mother of his unborn son. But while Jack was awaiting the arrival
of a son, she was struggling to hold onto the memory of a face that was
becoming less clear. Blond hair and blue eyes kept morphing into shades of
browns.
***
The following
day a van from Northwest Hospital Supply delivered a motorized wheelchair. Two
men brought it into the lodge and showed Grace how to operate it. After they
had her try it out, while watching her motor around the great room, they left.
The first thing Grace noticed, after the delivery van was driving off, was Mei
Ling perched on the mantelpiece of the big stone fireplace, gazing down at her.
She had no idea when Mei Ling sneaked out of the bedroom, but she was sitting
like a mantelpiece statue, tail wrapped around her paws, enjoying the warmth of
a fire rising from the hearth as flames licked up, crackling and popping from
pitch in the logs.
Deciding to try
her new wheels, Grace motored into the bedroom and returned with a small bowl
of cat chow and one of Mei Ling's beds, which she set by the fire. It wasn't
long before Mei Ling left her perch on the mantle to check out the chow, then
before long, she curled up in the cat bed. Grace angled the wheelchair near the
hearth and pulled out the book on knitting that she'd tucked in beside her, and
started reading. The sound of the softly hissing fire, and the quiet burrs of
Mei Ling purring in her bed made Grace drowsy, and before long, she drifted
off...
Some time
later, Grace awakened feeling something on her belly. She opened her eyes to
find a boy, about three, staring at her. From his features, he could be Jack's
son, though she knew it was Ricky. As she looked at the silent boy, she could
imagine the face of the child growing inside her. A very appealing face, with
the biggest, blackest eyes she'd ever seen, a perfect button nose, lips with a
slight droop, and a crop of dark wavy hair, like Jack's.
His small hand
patted her tummy, as he said, "My baby."
The two words
uttered by this small boy gave Grace a start. Did he know she was carrying a
baby that could make him well? But surely no one told him such a thing. She
took his hand in hers, and said, "This is my baby, but you'll be getting a
baby brother soon. He's growing inside your Mommy." She immediately wanted
to retract her words. If Susan didn't want to keep Marc's baby after he was
born, Ricky would never understand what happened to him. Or worse, if Susan
decided to abort the baby... She was a very troubled woman, and there was no
question, the mother-child bond severed when she learned she wasn't carrying
Jack's child.
The boy
snatched his hand away and patted her tummy again. "No, my baby," he
insisted.
As if sensing a
need to intervene, Mei Ling left her bed and walked over to where the boy
stood, and rubbed up against him. Ricky smiled. It was the same endearing smile
she'd seen on Jack's lips when he'd stood in the doorway watching her knitting
the ridiculous heelless sock. Ricky seemed baffled as to what he should do,
with a cat doing figure-eights against him, so he stood with his arms raised, and
his head following Mei Ling's to-and-fro movements. Then Mei Ling flopped onto
her back with her feet up, and Ricky let out a giggle and sat down beside her.
Grace looked
around, wondering where Ricky's parents were, when she heard Flo calling,
"Ricky? Where are you?" before entering the room.
Ricky removed
his hand from Mei Ling and waited for Flo to come to him.
Flo looked down
at Mei Ling, who immediately rolled onto her feet
patted the bed. "Come sit here and get acquainted with your son."
Jack sat on the
bed and placed his hand on her belly, his eyes staring off as he waited for
movement, then he smiled slightly, as if he'd felt a kick. But after that he stood
abruptly, and said, "I need to get back to the stables," and left.
Grace stared at
the empty chair, wondering what it would take to get Jack to see her as more
than just the mother of his unborn son. But while Jack was awaiting the arrival
of a son, she was struggling to hold onto the memory of a face that was
becoming less clear. Blond hair and blue eyes kept morphing into shades of
browns.
***
The following
day a van from Northwest Hospital Supply delivered a motorized wheelchair. Two
men brought it into the lodge and showed Grace how to operate it. After they
had her try it out, while watching her motor around the great room, they left.
The first thing Grace noticed, after the delivery van was driving off, was Mei
Ling perched on the mantelpiece of the big stone fireplace, gazing down at her.
She had no idea when Mei Ling sneaked out of the bedroom, but she was sitting
like a mantelpiece statue, tail wrapped around her paws, enjoying the warmth of
a fire rising from the hearth as flames licked up, crackling and popping from
pitch in the logs.
Deciding to try
her new wheels, Grace motored into the bedroom and returned with a small bowl
of cat chow and one of Mei Ling's beds, which she set by the fire. It wasn't
long before Mei Ling left her perch on the mantle to check out the chow, then
before long, she curled up in the cat bed. Grace angled the wheelchair near the
hearth and pulled out the book on knitting that she'd tucked in beside her, and
started reading. The sound of the softly hissing fire, and the quiet burrs of
Mei Ling purring in her bed made Grace drowsy, and before long, she drifted
off...
Some time
later, Grace awakened feeling something on her belly. She opened her eyes to
find a boy, about three, staring at her. From his features, he could be Jack's
son, though she knew it was Ricky. As she looked at the silent boy, she could
imagine the face of the child growing inside her. A very appealing face, with
the biggest, blackest eyes she'd ever seen, a perfect button nose, lips with a
slight droop, and a crop of dark wavy hair, like Jack's.
His small hand
patted her tummy, as he said, "My baby."
The two words
uttered by this small boy gave Grace a start. Did he know she was carrying a
baby that could make him well? But surely no one told him such a thing. She
took his hand in hers, and said, "This is my baby, but you'll be getting a
baby brother soon. He's growing inside your Mommy." She immediately wanted
to retract her words. If Susan didn't want to keep Marc's baby after he was
born, Ricky would never understand what happened to him. Or worse, if Susan
decided to abort the baby... She was a very troubled woman, and there was no
question, the mother-child bond severed when she learned she wasn't carrying
Jack's child.
The boy
snatched his hand away and patted her tummy again. "No, my baby," he
insisted.
As if sensing a
need to intervene, Mei Ling left her bed and walked over to where the boy
stood, and rubbed up against him. Ricky smiled. It was the same endearing smile
she'd seen on Jack's lips when he'd stood in the doorway watching her knitting
the ridiculous heelless sock. Ricky seemed baffled as to what he should do,
with a cat doing figure-eights against him, so he stood with his arms raised, and
his head following Mei Ling's to-and-fro movements. Then Mei Ling flopped onto
her back with her feet up, and Ricky let out a giggle and sat down beside her.
Grace looked
around, wondering where Ricky's parents were, when she heard Flo calling,
"Ricky? Where are you?" before entering the room.
Ricky removed
his hand from Mei Ling and waited for Flo to come to him.
Flo looked down
at Mei Ling, who immediately rolled onto her feet
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