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I  don’t  kno w  how  I’m  supposed   to  last  unt il  my  due         date  when     I

                can’t ev en  get  out of a cha ir witho ut grunt ing .
                    Onc e  I’m stand ing , he  does n’t immed iatel y rel ea se  my ha nd . We’re
                just a few  inc hes  apart, and  I kno w if I look up at hi m I’ll feel  thi ng s. I
                don’t want  to feel  thi ng s for him.
                    He  find s  my  other      ha nd   unt il  he’s  ho lding   both  of  them   down  at
                my  sides.  He  threa ds  hi s  fing ers  thro ugh  mine  and   I  feel   it  all  the  way

                to  my   hea rt.  I  pres s  my  forehea d  agains t  hi s  ches t  and   close  my  ey es .
                His   cheek    meet s   the   top   of   my   hea d   and    we   stand    complet el y   still,
                both  of  us  too  scared   to  move.   I’m  scared   to  move  bec ause  I  might   be
                too  wea k  to  stop  hi m  from  kissing   me.   He’s  scared   to  move  bec ause
                he’s afraid if he  does , I’ll pull away.
                    For wha t feel s like  fiv e  full minutes , nei ther  of us moves  a muscle.
                    “R yle, ” I fina lly say. “Can  you promise  me  somet hi ng ?”

                    I feel  hi m no d.
                    “Unt il   thi s   baby   comes ,   plea se   don’t   try   to   talk   me   int o   forgiving
                you. And  pleas e  don’t  try  to  kiss  me    .  .  .”  I  pull  away  from hi s ches t and
                look  up  at  hi m.  “I  want   to  tackle  one  hu ge  thi ng   at  a  time,   and   right
                no w  my  onl y  priority  is  ha ving   thi s  baby.  I  don’t  want   to  add  any   more
                stres s or conf usion  on  top of ev er ythi ng  tha t’s alrea dy ha ppeni ng .”

                    He  squeez es  both  of my ha nd s rea ssuring ly. “One  monu ment al life-
                cha ng ing  thi ng  at a time.  Got it.”
                    I  smile,   rel iev ed   tha t  we’v e   fina lly  ha d  thi s  conv ers ation.   I  kno w  I
                didn’t  make  a  fina l  dec ision  about  the  two  of  us,  but  I  still  feel   like  I
                can  brea the  ea sier  no w tha t we’re  on  the  same  page.
                    He   rel ea ses    my   ha nd s.   “I’m   late   for   my   shi ft,”   he   says,   tossing    a
                thu mb over  hi s sho ulder. “I sho uld get  to work.”

                    I no d and  see  hi m out. It isn’t unt il after  I’ve  shu t the  door  and  am
                alone  in  my apartment  tha t I rea lize  I ha ve  a smile  on  my face.
                    I’m    still   inc red ibly   ang ry   with   hi m   tha t   we’re    ev en   in   thi s
                pred icament      to   beg in   with,    so   my   smile   is   simply   due   to   making    a
                little   hea dway.    Somet imes       parent s    ha ve   to   work     thro ugh     thei r
                differenc es   and   bring   a  lev el   of  maturity  int o  a  situation   in   order   to

                do wha t’s bes t for thei r chi ld.
                    Tha t’s   exactly   wha t   we’re   doing .   Lea rni ng    ho w   to   na vigate   our
                situation  bef ore  our chi ld is brought  int o the  fold.
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