O Can't You See the Morning After
My eyes popped open and I was staring at the ceiling in my bedroom with the applause still ringing. Did I faint from everything and someone brought me home? I moved a little and felt a lump next to me. It was Sammy sleeping next to me. I patted the lump and said, “aaww, poor little girl, you must’ve been so frightened. But you’re here with your daddy now, so, everything’s all right.”
The lump started moving and there was no little girl, but a mature woman with her back to me.
She turned around and giggled, “poor little girl? You’ve called me some weird names in bed before, but…”
I reached over for my glasses and tried to focus. “Wait a second – you – you’re my wife!”
“Well I should hope so – I’ve only been going to bed with you every night for the past 2 years.”
“Where’s our daughter?” I demanded.
“Daughter?” She looked at me quizzically until she thought she had an idea what I was talking about. She pointed to her stomach. “Oh, you mean this? I don’t know if it’s a son or a daughter, yet…you see it hasn’t been born yet. Like our sex-education teachers told us, it takes 9 months and it hasn’t been that long, so…”
She stopped grinning and got concerned when she looked at me. “Uh, did you have a dream or something? You look really out of it.”
I was. I looked around the room, jarring my memory the best I could, piecing together the events of last night. “The last thing I remember was I think I was on the couch?”
She laughed, “oh, yeah – you fell asleep watching those stupid Batman DVD’s you just got. And you make fun of me for watching Dancing With the Stars.”
Okay, I finally get now that this was all just a nightmare. “Listen, hon, I gotta tell you what I dreamt about.” I went into everything that went on.
By the way, my wife is a Clinical Psychologist and her name is Sarah. She put her hand on top of mine and said, “You’re nervous about starting a family, aren’t you? Tell me the truth.”
“Well…” - I tried to think of something politically correct to say, but I just went with my gut. “Yeah. Look, sweetheart. I love you and since we got together, this is all I ever wanted – a life with you and a family out here. It’s one thing to say ‘yeah, I want to be a dad’ and everything, but I get worried – will I be a good dad, teach ‘em the right things, protect them, give ‘em a good home, let ‘em know I love ‘em as much as I do, and you, too. I’m crazy about you and I’m as happy as I can be about this. I just don’t want to mess it up.”
Her face softened and her expression went from a teasing, laughing smile to a very warm, compassionate, ‘baby-it’s-okay’ kind of smile. She pulled me closer to her and she nudged herself over to me and rested her head on my chest, looking up at me.
“Listen, it was very sweet to say what you just said, and I love you for it, but don’t be such a hero about it. I’m in this with you, and I have some insecurity, too - but I’m not going to have a nervous breakdown. Frankly, if I can keep my sanity with Batman on my TV set, I think I can survive anything.”
I kissed her head repeatedly and gently patted it. “Ssh ssh ssh, be nice now, be nice, I love it when you’re nice…” I whispered playfully. Did I mention I was wearing a Batman tee-shirt?
Thought it was important.
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