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“I’m waiting for it to feel right, I guess,” I admit. “For months we’ve beenalmoston the right page. I’m just waiting to get there.”
Marion hums in approval, and for once I think I’ve got it right. The right man, the right future, and the right plan.
Now if only time would be on our side.
“I cannot believe I get to be the father today! You do realize this is like my dream come true scenario, G?” Tessa says with a big smile.
It’s been two weeks since I left the hospital. A tear starts to bubble, and I force it down with a swipe of my hand.
No, pregnancy hormones, we are not going to cry today. Body, do not betray me, I am going to be a mother, I need to learn how to be one.
Which brings us to why we’re here. At a parenting class. Me and Tessa. Not my dream come true, despite the fact she claims it’s hers.
“Yes, but you’re not the father. You’re just standing in as the other parent for the day.”
Tessa shrugs. “Come on, I’d totally be the man in our relationship.” She raises her eyes in suggestion.
I smack her. “You’re ridiculous. We aren’t having sex. This isn’t really your child; you are here for emotional support.”
Tessa wiggles her eyebrows. “I’ve got you focused on me rather than everything else, right? Seems to be working,” she croons.
And I have to admit, she has me smiling. I let out a laugh. “Okay, help me learn how to be a mom, please.”
“Oh no, Grace, no, no, no, this can’t be right.”
I turn to find Tessa holding the fake baby, and she’s covered in an oozing liquid. “It won’t stop!” she screeches. “Make it stop!”
Bewildered, I start grabbing baby wipes and trying to wipe her down. But the more brown liquid I wipe off, more drips down through the baby’s diaper and onto her chest.
“Try tilting her back,” the instructor says, walking up to our spot and motioning with the fake child in her own hands. “Like this.”
Tessa stares at me incredulously and tries to tilt the baby, only now the liquid starts shooting out of its mouth and into Tessa’s face. Like an idiot she opens her mouth to scream, and it shoots into her mouth. She gags and drops the baby, something she should have done to begin with, and the thing starts wailing.
Tessa spits the liquid out, and I reach out to rub her back.
The instructor snaps, “Your baby just fell! You have to pick her up!”
I realize she’s staring at me impatiently, waiting for me to grab the doll on the floor, and maybe this makes me a shitty future mom, but there is no way in hell I’m picking up that doll.
“Ugh, I’m sorry, I’m just going to get my friend out of here before she gets sick.”
Tessa is already on the move and gagging loudly. The entire class stares at us, and I wave a few times in apology before we hit the fresh air and sunlight.
“Oh my God, please tell me your baby won’t be like that demon in there!” Tessa says as she grabs more wipes from my hands. She takes a wipe and swipes at her tongue, and I giggle.
“That was mortifying.”
Tessa eyes me. “I’ve officially earned your forgiveness. I’m off the hook, right, G?”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, I forgave you months ago, you psycho!”
“I just ate baby shit for you.”
I glare at her. “It was food coloring. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, would you like to go back in there and try some?”
I scrunch up my face in disgust. “Yeah, no thanks, you win. You are officially off the hook.”
