Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I drove to the hair salon and waited on the street until Tammy was able to take her break. Lindsey came out to the curb with her, peeking her head into the cab when Tammy opened the passenger side door.
“Thank you so much for taking care of Tammy,” Lindsey said. “Jason told me what you did. I never got a chance to thank you.”
“Of course,” I said. “Thanks for being so understanding where work is concerned.”
“Good luck at the doctor.” She swung the door shut behind her friend, disappearing back into the salon.
“You want to go to the diner?” I asked as soon as Tammy was safely buckled up.
“Sure.” She leaned over and kissed me.
I drove the five short blocks to the diner parking lot, pulled on the brake, and hopped out of the cab. Walking around, I helped Tammy out, and we both went inside. Polly was at the front register, menus in hand, beaming with excitement. I just opened my mouth to explain why I had fallen for Tammy and not her, when she flashed her ring finger at us. A thin gold band with a tiny diamond sparkled against her skin, proof of true love that didn’t involve me. I sighed with relief, told her I was happy for her, and promised her a wedding gift.
We made small talk until she had to go wait on other customers, leaving Tammy and me alone in our booth. Tammy looked at me suspiciously over her menu.
“Ex-girlfriend?” she asked.
“Actually, no,” I said. “Just someone who liked me more than I liked her.”
She nodded in approval, picking out what she wanted to eat before setting the menu down. When our food came, she ate half of hers. I didn’t have much of an appetite either; the impending appointment was putting a strain on my stomach.
“You’re not hungry?” I asked her.
“I have morning sickness,” she explained.
“That makes sense.” I put two and two together. “You haven’t been eating in the mornings, but it always seemed like you were doing better by the end of the day.”
She pointed a knowing finger at me.
“I was starting to think you had food poisoning,” I joked.
“That’s what I thought at first, but then Macy suggested I might be pregnant.” She took a final sip of her water. “Should we go?”
“I’m sorry that you didn’t feel like you could tell me.” I couldn’t stop replaying my negative reaction to her pregnancy news and how it had been the last interaction between us before the crime.
She shook her head. “It’s in the past.”
I paid for the meal, and we walked out to the car. The doctor’s office was just down at the other end of town, so it took us almost no time to get there. We waited together, holding hands like a couple of teenagers. When the doctor had her up on the examining table, jelly on her abdomen, I thought I could see a tiny tadpole swimming. The doctor snapped several digital pictures, giving us printouts to take home.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” I asked for my mother’s sake.
“It’s too early to tell,” the doctor said. “But it’s healthy and right on schedule. We’ll have you in for another ultrasound in two months, and by that time we will definitely be able to tell you.”
“Two months?” I squeezed Tammy’s hand.
“You’re about ten weeks along,” the doctor said, “and all the vital signs look good. Congratulations, Mom and Dad.”
Tammy and I looked at each other in horrified excitement. Mom and Dad? Was that really going to be us? It was going to take me longer than nine months to come to terms with that new designation. But with Tammy by my side, I would be happy to do it. This tiny little person that was growing inside her was part me, part her, and I loved every inch of it.
EPILOGUE
TAMMY
Mike invited Porter to our next cookout, and I was thrilled to see him blending in so well with all our friends. The men, including Nicky, stoked the fire, grilling up the chicken and hot dogs while the women, including Daisy and Mary Ellen, sat around the table, relaxing. I was so pregnant it hurt.
It was difficult to get up once I had settled into a seat. Mike helped me ease down to the picnic table and kissed my cheek before finding his way to the grill. Macy and Lindsey both sighed wistfully when I displayed my Buddha belly.
“I wish I could have another one,” Macy said.
“You have three,” Lindsey countered. “I’m due for another.”
“Just tell me I’ll survive the delivery, and I’ll be happy,” I said.
They laughed and began to tell horror stories about the delivery room, which did not help in the least. I started to feel some pressure on my spine, and the muscles in my stomach were quaking. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I signaled Mike anyway.