“Ugh, I absolutely love you delicious Starbucks drink,” I held up the venti size cup in glorification.
“I told you that you’d like it,” my best friend said with a smile. We were sat in silence for a bit admiring the gorgeous scenery of Central Park.
“So... how you been?” Kenzie asked.
“It’s been like a few weeks and I’m getting the hang of it. I fell into a routine with Tyler, I’m getting used to the nightmares, and I know the names of half the stuff in the booth.”
“Speaking of Tyler, how is he? Not being able to sleep next to you and stuff must be pretty hard for him.”
“He doesn’t talk to me about stuff like that but I’m sure it is, he loves me so much and here I am having to re-learn his favorite color.”
“Well, he’s a patient man who loves you more than anything in the world, he’s just happy you’re still alive.”
I raised my head abruptly, “What if he leaves?” Tears stung my eyes. I’d be the first one to admit that I’ve grown kind of attached to the man.
That was probably my biggest fear at the moment, though. That Tyler would get tired of loving a woman who didn’t know how match the feelings and leave. Leave me and the baby.
“Oh, sweetie, he would never leave you... he’s just that whipped.”
“You don’t know that,” I cried, ” he’s going to get tired of trying to love me and he’ll leave.”
“I’ll be right back,” she told me promptly. I looked up at her to nod, but she was already a few feet away. I watched her as she pulled out her phone and called someone. She stood with her back to me but I could tell they were in serious conversation.
“Who was that?” I asked when she came back.
“No one, we should go eat.”
“Where?” I was always up for food.
“This little Mexican joint I know you love, come on we gotta go before the lunch special is over.”
I got to my feet and she lead me a few blocks away to a restaurant named Los Compadres. We had ordered when she got a phone call.
“Yeah, okay bye,” she replied to the person on the other end after a while before tapping the End Call button. She suddenly pulled out her wallet and removed her credit card.
“I know we are supposed to be having a girl’s day but I’ve forgot to do something. Can we do something on our next off day?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I lied, “I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll call you and you can just give the card back tomorrow at work.”
She walked out and left me alone. I was almost done with my food when someone sat down.
“This seat taken?” The familiar voice asked. I looked up.
“You guys suck, I really thought she just left me here.”
“No way, c’mere,” he rose from his seat and I did the same to hug him. He wrapped his arms around me in return before I sat back down.
“Where are you coming from?”
“Just got off work. Then I got a call from a certain woman who said my woman was unhappy.”
“Be quiet,” I replied with a slight smile, “did she tell you why?”
“No, just that I should hang out with you outside the house.”
“Are we actually going to do anything today, other than sit around?”
“Well, I suppose we could re-visit all the cheesy tourist attractions you don’t remember.”
“All the big buildings, bridges, monuments, halls, museums, parks, that type of stuff. Might want to start small though, I’ll drive to Coney Island.”
I’ll admit that was still slightly afraid of the new car. Ever since the accident, for some reason, I jumped at the sound of cars honking or even an engine revving. But, last week, I decided to suck it up and go car shopping with Tyler; we’d gotten a Honda Odyssey.
“Sure. Let’s spend the day at, what’s pretty much, an amusement park like cheesy teenagers in a chick flick.” I replied dryly.
“What? You wanna go to a museum like the adults we are?”
“What do you mean? I said let’s go to the amusement park.” He smiled and pulled out his wallet but I smacked his hand away, “You can buy me food later, remind me to thank Mac for lunch.”
“Know what I just realized?” I asked Tyler as I bit my stick of cotton candy.
“I honestly don’t even know what you do for a living.”
“Really?” I nodded, “I’m a photographer.”
“Wow, aren’t we the creative couple.”
“Yes, we are.” I chuckled and he took away my cotton candy.
“Hey!” I yelled.
“What? I bought it.”
“So?” He smirked and took a large chunk of the blue sugar.
“Stop, you bully,” I reached for the stick but he held it over his head, “you have one more chance before I pull out the big guns.”
“And what’s that?”
“Puppy dog eyes.”
He smirked, “Lay it on me.”
“You sure? I’ve been practicing.”
“Oh, I said lay it on me.” I laughed and stopped walking.
“Hold on,” I took a moment to make sure I didn’t laugh and gave him the sweetest puppy dog eyes I could muster.
“Aww, here,” he held the cotton candy out but moved it when I reached for it, “psych.”
I grabbed for Tyler and he started to run, “You’re really gonna let your pregnant wife chase you?!” I yelled. He turned around and ran back towards me.
“Yeah, you’re right, pregnant women are boring.”
“We are not! Now I’m chasing you.” He took off and I was prepared to do the same when suddenly I felt a wave of nausea come over me. Instead of answering Tyler’s calls to me I quickly found the closest trash can and leaned over. Just as I believed I was fine my stomach clenched and I vomitted.
“Whoa,” Tyler appeared next to me as I rose back upright. “I’m so sorry; are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just the normal pregnancy nausea.”
“Are you sure, because you’ve been puking all morning and—”
“—It’s fine,” I interrupted him, “I swear.”
“...Okay, if you’re sure,” I nodded and stood upright, “What do you want to do now?”
Just as I opened my mouth to answer his phone rang. He took it out and glanced at the screen before looking at me with wide eyes.
“It’s my mom.” My eyes nearly bulged out of my head.
“W-w-what do you mean it’s your mom?”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t clear enough. The woman that birthed me, raised me, and calls you ‘mi amore’ is calling my cellphone.”
His emphasis on last few words caused me to start panicking. I still didn’t remember her. We hadn’t told any family about the accident or the baby. Holy crap, what do I say if she wants to talk to me?
“Anastasia,” Tyler’s voice made me focus and I could tell he’d noticed my panicking, “breath.”
I did as I was told, “Maybe we should screen the call.”
He shook his head, “She’s my mom,” he replied as he answered the phone.
“Ma!” He exclaimed. I felt uncomfortable just standing there and my eyes widened when Tyler eventually repeated something his mother said, “Oh, you wanna talk to Ana.”
“What?” I whispered, “No. Don’t you dare hand me that phone.”
He looked like he felt guilty as he lied to his mother, “Yeah, Ma, she went to bathroom so maybe call back another time,” he was silent for a second, listening, “You’ll wait.” he repeated.
Just as he said this I felt my lunch backtrack up my esophagus and I rushed to the closest trash can to hurl. I didn’t make it, and ended up throwing up on the ground; then I passed out.