He made chicken soup with Italian bread and even had a few candles on the table. He poured me a glass of wine to go with dinner. All in all, it was very romantic. I was impressed. It reminded me of the Mike I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was the man who showed how much he cared about his wife. He was the man I fell in love with. Maybe this could work after all.
The lies were making it all worthwhile. Yes, I was dishonest. Yes, I was wrong. I committed every crime in the bible, but it seemed to be all right. Things were working. He was just as happy as I was about the baby.
“Am I supposed to drink wine?”
“Yes. It’s supposed to be good for you to have one glass of wine a day. It helps make you feel better, which in turn helps the baby as well.”
I looked at how he set the table and it was obvious he tried to make it special. “Aw, you did all this by yourself?”
“I did tend to a few things on my own before you came along. I’m going to try and not look hurt by your surprise.”
I chuckled at his teasing. “Oh, I’m sure ya did. This all looks fabulous baby, but don’t be upset if I can’t eat.”
“That won’t be a problem. I rushed out and picked up an elixir the doctor suggested. He said it’s fine for the baby and will help you with the morning sickness so you can eat. We have to keep your energy up. There are two of you now.”
“I didn’t think that was real. He mentioned somethin’ about it, but I was told to drink tea or Ginger Ale an’ just eat crackers an’ dry toast. Aw, you did think of everythin’. Thank you, sweetie.” I kissed him on the cheek before picking up the elixir, reading directions, before taking a swallow. It was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted in my life! “Yuck! That’s some nasty stuff. Now, let’s hope it works an’ it all stays down.” I cringed at the aftertaste it left in my mouth. It was awful!
“It will. He guaranteed me as long as you take it when you’re supposed to, you’ll be able to keep food down.” He sat down beside me, instead of the head of the table where he usually sat. He snickered. “Yeah, he did say it tasted like a donkey’s sweaty balls.”
“It must be a guy’s thing to know what that tastes like an’ I don’t wanna know. It’s nasty, but it if works, I’ll try it.”
I ignored the thought that I just tasted nasty donkey ball sweat, which I wouldn’t suggest for anyone. I was able to keep the food down long enough to enjoy the meal. Even though it was just chicken soup with bread, it was very good.
“So, mother asked a good question.” Mike sucked in the soup off his spoon.
I dipped my bread in the soup before taking a bite. I knew exactly what his mother asked him. “When we’re gettin’ a divorce?”
“Ha-ha! Good one.” He rolled his eyes, but it was too late. I could see from his expression that I guessed right. There was no doubt in my mind that she told him about all his ex-girlfriends who were still available. “No. She wanted to know what we’re going to name him… or her.”
I started to get a little worried. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next. Most men want their first son to be named after them, right? Yeah. I thought so too, but I couldn’t, in good conscience, name Corey’s son after Mike. Call me crazy, but I felt I owed that much to him and his son or daughter.
“I think it’s too soon to worry about names.”
“Well, what were you thinking?”
Since he wasn’t going to let it drop… “Hmm, I was thinkin’ for a boy, Logan Andrew Tanner, an’ for a girl, it could be Athena Elizabeth Tanner.”
Mike looked hurt. I had a feeling I knew what he was getting at, but I hoped I was wrong. I felt an instant of sorrow for the possible hurt I knew he felt. It was nothing compared to what he would feel if he knew the truth. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t allow the name.
“Ah, those are nice names. However, I was thinking if it was a boy we could name him after me. Ya know, Michael Allan Tanner the second, is a great name. We could name him after his father.”
I felt a guilty pang and I hoped it didn’t show in my face. This was my baby, and if it was a boy, he wasn’t being named after Mike. “No offense to you, but I don’t like Junior or the second, or anythin’ of that nature. We’d have to call one of you Mike an’ the other Mikey an’ I don’t like that either. Each person deserves their own unique name.”
“I already thought of that. We could call him Matt and me Mike, even though his name would be Michael.”
I looked surprised, even a little confused. “Matt? How the hell do ya get Matt outta Michael? Is this some idea of your mother’s?”
“No. I thought of it myself. It’s easy… you take the first letter of each word, Michael Allan Tanner Two, and when you put them all together, they spell Matt.”
I had to give him credit for being genuine. “Wow, ya get points for that one. That’s actually pretty good. However, what about when he gets older?”
“He’ll probably still be called Matt.”
“What if he has bad credit? Because he’s a second Michael, it could show up on your credit an’ ruin your great scores.”
“That’s easily fixed.”
“No. It’s not as easy as ya think. That could last for years. Meanwhile, your credit suffers.”
He frowned. “Our son isn’t going to be like that.”
“Really, because that was the argument you threw at me for not havin’ a baby. Now ya want him named after you?”
“I think I have enough money I can chance it. Now that he’s here…”
“Now ya have money, but a couple of months ago, you were supposedly broke. You all but called me out for even mentionin’ bringin’ another mouth in this house to feed because it would put you in the poor house. Let’s have this discussion when it’s time to pick a name for him or her. You know, when I’m further along. It’s just the size of a lemon right now.”
He reached down, rubbing my belly. I understood why cat’s meowed, because I was ready to purr. “Yes, but it’s my little lemon right now. I love you. You don’t know how happy you’ve made me by making me a father. I never thought it was possible.”
“You never thought you’d be a father? Why’s that? I know it took a long time, but all good things come to those who wait.”
“Very true. I can’t wait to go baby shopping!”
“Oh, my God, you’re startin’ to sound like a woman!”
“So, what did your mother say about it?”
That was an interesting conversation.