You Can Take This Job and Shove It
A month later and I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea that Garrett was perfectly ok with raising a child that wasn't his, and I say this only because she got pregnant when she hooked up with some random stranger while they took a 'break' while he and I dealt with the divorce.
I had no room to judge Kate, but I couldn't help it. The fact that she was pregnant by another man and originally didn't even plan on telling Garrett about it was shady in my opinion.
"Bella, you need to calm down, they're going to check your blood pressure and they'll think something's wrong…" I knew Edward meant well, but right now I needed to stew over the whole thing with Kate and the fact that Garrett seemed perfectly ok with her being pregnant with someone else's baby. The fact that they had been secretly seeing one another for the past five years apparently meant nothing to either of them. "Bella, you can't control everyone around you, yes, I agree that it was a shock to learn that Kate was pregnant and that it wasn't Garrett's, but what's done is done. The only thing we can do now is move on with our own lives, plus this is the first time we get to the ultrasound together. I'll admit that I am very excited right now."
I couldn't help but agree with his logic, not to mention I found it interesting how he seemed to know what I was thinking about without ever uttering a single word.
Soon though, we were called back and Edward and I walked back hand in hand. The appointment went as expected and then finally came the moment of truth, though it was still too soon to see for sure if the baby would be a boy or girl. I just wanted the baby to be healthy; that was my main concern. Edward and I got to hear the heartbeat of the baby. It amazes me that even after two children I still find it amazing that there is a tiny little human growing inside of me.
"Well, it looks like today baby is being a bit shy. I wish I could tell you definitively one way or the other, but it looks like we will have to wait and see if we are able to tell at your next appointment." I smiled and nodded at the nurse.
When we got home I immediately sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. It wasn't that my feet were swollen, but that they just ached. It didn't help that I had been on my feet for a long period of time; first it was walking around the grocery store getting food for the week, then I had to wait around in line for what felt like hours when it was probably more like fifteen minutes – still a long time no matter how you look at it. It helped that Edward was with me to keep me from making a scene in the middle of the Kroger's; I don't think I have it in me to find a different store for the next few months.
Being a little over three and a half months pregnant took a lot of energy out of me lately. It definitely helped that Edward spent more and more time around the house. He's even made jokes about moving in, but neither of us has ever actually asked the question.
Would it be too soon for him to move in the house? How long do you wait until you ask your boyfriend, the father of your unborn child, to move in with you? There had to be some rule written down somewhere. I could ask my sister, but there was no way I was going down that slippery path with her. I mean the woman would start in on how that I should do what I think is best and then tell me that she would've had Edward moved in the divorce papers were signed and finalized – hell, she would've had him moved in way before the divorce process even started.
"What time do the kids come back from visiting with Garrett's parents?" I let out a sigh. I had forgotten that the kids were visiting their grandparents today since today was a free day from unused snow days. Garrett had to work today.
"Bella, this can't wait I thought that you should know!"
Ok, I seriously need to get around to changing the locks on that damned door…
Garrett came barging in the door and came and stood before me and Edward sitting on the couch relaxing – well we were relaxing. I quickly sat up and studied him, something didn't look right about him; his hair was disheveled mess, eyes wild with a mixture of adrenaline and fury. This wasn't the normal Garrett I've known, something must've happened that upset him.
"Ok, so you know how I work for Katz Law? Well, I should say that I worked at that damned law firm! I can't believe they could be such money-grubbing….GAH I can't even think of a word that describes what they're capable of!" I wasn't given a chance to put my two cents in when, "I mean, you would think that even a group of lawyers would have the decency to have a sense of what is right and wrong you know! I mean the nerve they have of doing what they did! Especially Rodney, I knew that Rodney wanted to try and make partner as well, but I never knew he would do what he did! Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Both Edward and I were left speechless. Obviously something had upset so much that he apparently quit his job, but he wasn't giving us the full story. He ran his fingers through his hair trying to calm down – a tell-tale sign that he was on the verge of an anxiety attack.
I quickly got up and went to his side and sat him down on the loveseat and consoled him the best I could. I've never really seen him this upset, the only other time was when he was waiting to see if he had passed the BAR exam or not. I moved my hand in comforting swirls on the back of his slate-colored suit and gently laid my head on his shoulder. When I was sure that his anxiety was under control I asked him to calmly start from the beginning.
"Well, where the hell do I start, I mean I suppose I can start from when I first went into the office…"
"I had just walked into my office and sat down when I got a call from Detective Conners. He had called to tell me that they had arrested the men responsible for the fire. At this point I was over the moon excited, that meant that we would be one step closer to this reaching a happy ending. But then the detective told me that they had been released on bond. My first question was how they were awarded bond in the first place. I suppose having gang ties has its perks.
But the part that I am angry with is that Rodney is the one who caught the case and is representing the team of thugs! So I storm upstairs and barge into their conference room, I lay into them about their ethics and ask them how they can represent someone who tried to cause bodily harm to my ex-wife. A few jokes were made and then Aro, one of the founders of the firm, looked me straight in the eye and told me that the money they paid was enough to overlook their devilish ways! I mean can you believe that! I finally had enough and told them exactly what I thought and immediately tendered my resignation and stormed out of there without looking back." Wow, this was the man that I had fallen in love with, this is the man that wanted to change the world, wanted to make a difference. But somewhere down the line had lost sight of that and began to do it for the money. It might've taken him a while, but I was glad that he was getting back to the way that he used to be.
"I don't know what I'm going to do now though, I've got no job, and I highly doubt that I will get a favorable reference from that place – not that I would want one."
"Well, I'm just glad that you've seen the light and came back to the man that you used to be. Why don't you try and pursue the job you've always wanted in the first place – see if they are looking for any lawyers down at the courthouse. I'm sure they'd love to have you." Now this was the first time I saw Garrett smile since he walked in the house. He agreed that that was a good idea and that it would give it a go soon, and that he still needed to wrap his head around him quitting his job.
I swear the man acts as though he never quit a job or something.
"I know you're curious, I know that you want to tell me, so go ahead and tell me I deserve it."
"What?" I was genuinely confused? What did he think I wanted to say to him?
"You know what I mean; it's ok to tell me 'I told you so' or better yet 'how does it feel to be the one who got cheated on?' I deserve it Bella. I know last night I seemed all happy and chipper, and I suppose that I am, but I was still hurt to find out that the woman, who I love, cheated on me. I can't even begin to describe how it feels, and the fact that I put you through this must be some form of karma paying me back for it."
Wow, well he took the fun out of telling him 'I told you so'. But honestly I don't think I would actually tell him – think it very loudly, yes – but there would be no way I would actually tell him that.
"Yes, I suppose that I should be happy that you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest, to find out that the man that promised to love me forever cheated on me with another woman. But we both cheated, granted, it took me a bit longer for me to catch up I suppose; neither of us had been happy in quite some time. We both handled the entire situation poorly, but we both have someone we really care about." Garrett seemed to understand that and added that he wanted to try his hardest to make sure that we maintained our friendship even though right now it would be rather difficult.
Once I was sure that Garrett was well enough to drive home I walked him out to his car. Just before he pulled out of the driveway he said something that surprised me. "I'm glad you're happy Bella, that's what I want, and you deserve to be happy. He does make you happy, doesn't he?" With tears threatening to fall down on my cheeks, not sure if this was a mood swing or the fact that I was finally understanding, really understanding, that I am starting a new chapter of my life; a new chapter that involved Alex, Charlotte, Edward, and the baby. Garrett would still be a part of my life – he was Alex and Charlotte's father – but he would no longer hold that special place in my heart, no, that belonged to Edward.
It's strange how things slowly work themselves out.
"So what did he say, I mean what did he say before he drove off?" I told him the truth, that he was happy that I was happy again and that he was glad that you made me happy. I mentioned how he was sorry for everything.
"Wow, a guy quits his job and it's as if someone flipped a switch. I mean I am glad that he's not vindictive or even the same man that he had been, but it's odd, in a good way I suppose." I had to agree with Edward and we went to relax on the patio instead. I was starting to feel a bit flushed in here, I swear this pregnancy is making me feel one way one minute then completely different another.
"Have you thought about names? I mean for the baby, have you thought about any names for him or her?"
"There are a few I've been thinking about, but nothing concrete. Why, what names have you been thinking of?" I was curious; because we never really talked to one another about the different names we could name our baby.
"How about the name Germaine?"
Was he being serious?
"We are not naming our child Germaine; he's not one of the Jackson 5. I was thinking of the name Candice or Candy for short."
"Candy is a nickname for a stripper; no way in hell will my daughter have a stripper name."
"Well, then what name do you think is so much better than Candice?" I was starting to get mad now; he should know that I've been a basket case lately when it comes to my emotions. I'd be all happy one minute then something someone said would either have me in tears or angrier than a wet cat.
"I'm partial to the name Oliver, or maybe even the name Amelia if it's a girl. I've heard that that could be a boy or a girl name."
Hmm…Amelia…that was a unique and interesting name. I liked it, but I wasn't sure if that's the name I wanted to name our child.
Edward seemed to agree, we liked the name Amelia, but we weren't sure if that was the name we want to go with. Then I brought up the name Avery. Edward liked that one as well, but neither of us had that feeling like "That's the name I want our baby to have". We still had a few months to decide, and in a few weeks we would have a bit of help when we finally find out the gender of the baby.