Lies, Sacrifices, and Alibis

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Chapter 38

“That’s when I thought we could name him after each of his grandfathers. Robert Howard Tanner or Howard Robert Tanner would be the best compromise. I kinda like Logan though.”

Mike looked at me with an angry, hurt expression. I could tell I hurt him each time I found another suitable name, other than his. I was willing to compromise to a point. “Name him after his grandfathers as opposed to his father?” He took another bite of his soup as he thought it over. “…and your mother’s sure it’s a boy? We’re not going to go buy all boy stuff, all blue and then find out she’s a girl and needs pink, right?”

I shrugged, drinking my wine. As long as we had been married, he should’ve known the answer. “My mom’s never been wrong when tellin’ a woman, the sex of her baby. Correction, when there were twins involved of different sexes, she didn’t always get it right. Even then she still got it right in a way because one of them was what she said it was, if not both.”

“Isn’t that more of a fifty-fifty guess at best?”

“Not really. She’s been right about eighty percent of the time?”

“What about that other twenty-percent?”

“They were twins.”

“Okay, so we’re having a boy!” He smiled. “I’m not sure I’m happy knowing this so soon. However, it’s better to tell people get blue stuff instead of yellow and red.”

“God, you’re picky. There’s no makin’ you happy!”

He laughed. “Chalk it up to me being a first-time dad.”

After dinner, we moved to the terrace. We sat at the table, gazing up at the stars. I snuggled against him trying to ignore the one question in my mind. Was Corey gazing at the stars right now?

I sighed. “We haven’t done this since before we got married.”

“We should do it more often. So, what are you going to tell work?”

“About what?”

“Now that you’re pregnant with Matt, you’re going to quit work, right?”

He wasn’t giving up on the Matt idea, but neither was I. “What? I don’t have to quit workin’. Remember, the joy of havin’ a governess or a live-in babysitter, which is the same thing in my book, means I can keep workin’.”

“Um… no. You need to quit working and raise the baby.” This wouldn’t have bothered me had he not said it in such a controlling tone. He was about to ruin our good night with his control issues. “I think Matt would benefit from having a stay-at-home mother versus a nanny.”

At that moment, I had a whole speech ready to spew at him. Who the hell did he think he was? “You’re not gonna tell me what I’m–” I didn’t get any more out. I raced back in the house to the bathroom. That lovely dinner didn’t stay for very long, must’ve been a drive by. After fifteen minutes, I realized that he stood behind me, holding my hair up while rubbing my back. “…so much for the elixir…”

“I’m sorry. I wish I could take it from you.”

I hate when people say that. If he experienced just a second of this, he’d toss it back to me faster than he took it. I shook my head. “No. I don’t think anyone would want this. I know eventually it’s gonna get better. It just really sucks right now.”

“Aw baby, I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”

When I finished in the bathroom, I went to lie down on the bed. I was sicker than a dog. I could feel a beading of perspiration on my forehead. “When my mom told me about the joys of bein’ pregnant, I don’t remember this part. Fairy tales omit all of this with babies bein’ born. I don’t remember my mother tellin’ me or my sister that we made her so sick she couldn’t hold down water.”

He crawled in beside me, rubbing my belly. “Come on now, son. Don’t treat mommy so horribly.”

“Daw, that sounds so cute. Daddy tryin’ to make his son behave.”

“I got your back.”

It wasn’t long afterward, I fell asleep in his arms.

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