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“Are you a doctor?”
“A midwife, actually. Certified.”
I gasp and smile. “You deliver babies! That’s wonderful.”
“Well, I work here now. But yes, I do offer my services to our clients who choose to use a midwife instead of an ob-gyn.”
Davey’s phone buzzes. “Yes?”
“Your next client is here, Davey.”
“Okay, thank you. I’ll be right out.” She clicks the phone off. “I’m sorry, Rory, but I need to take my appointment.”
I rise. “I understand. Thank you so much for your time.”
“Call me anytime. And if you don’t get your period on time, take another test.”
“But…?”
“But…chances are it will also be negative.”
I nod and leave her office.
Brock will be relieved. I guess we go back to using stupid condoms.
Then I laugh out loud as I walk to my car. Was I truly hoping to be pregnant just so we didn’t have to use condoms? Have I truly gone bananas?
It’s all of this. It’s the stupid fight I had with Brock this morning.
It’s Pat Lamone and those photos.
It’s Brock and his family and everything they’re going through.
It’s my mother and my father and Donny and Callie and Jesse and my students and the recital and my unfulfilled opera career and…and…
It’s certainly better not to bring a baby into this mix. Not right now anyway.
I need to think of this as a blessing.
I must get through everything else, and then, if Brock and I are still together and if we still love each other and if he still wants to marry me…
That’s a lot ofifs.
If Brock still wants to marry me…
Marriage to Brock—the idea fills me with elation…and also with fear.
Why, though? Isn’t this what I wanted? A baby? A family? I always wanted a partner. And Iamin love with the man.
The love I feel for Brock is almost…palpable. I love him so much that it hurts, but in an exquisite way.
My eyes fill with tears.
I don’t see it coming, don’t even feel it coming…but within seconds, I’m sobbing, sobbing so hard that I have to pull over onto the side of the road.
I weep and I sob and I cry, and then I flail around my car, searching for a tissue. I finally find an old one on the floor in the back seat.
One blow and it’s soaked.
