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I was not at all pleased with this turn of events, but this was Steph’s show. Personally, I would’ve left the little shit out of everything and made her feel like shit, but that’s me. Steph, on the other hand, made sure to include Roz in everything she and the others were discussing.
I’m not sure what happened, but halfway through, Roz got up and ran from the room in tears. My Grammy-worthy little darling looked around the room confused, like she didn’t know what the hell was going on. “What’s wrong?” She looked around at the others, who all looked at me.
I was about to say something, but Steph gave me the death glare, which I took to mean she didn’t want them to know that she knew. I’m not sure what the hell game she was playing, but I kept my lips sealed and shrugged. If they were waiting for me to go console her, they were shit outta luck; I didn’t move one step, not even when Steph tried to command me with her eyes.
Roz came back with puffy eyes and a contrite look on her face and stood in front of Steph. “I’m sorry!”
“For what?” Steph asked. Roz looked at me, and I looked back at her blankly; you’re on your own. The others were uncomfortable as hell, but I did nothing to ease the tension in the room.
“I said some things about you. I didn’t mean them; it was stupid.” She rushed to add.
“What sort of things?” Meryl Streep kept her shit up.
“Well…” Now she was embarrassed? She was bold as hell when she said them.
She rattled off the situation in one breath and looked ashamed, which I guess was a start, and what did my little love do?
She waved her hand as if it was nothing. “Oh, I’ve been hearing stuff like that my whole life; it’s no big deal. But someone as pretty and as smart as you shouldn’t talk like that. I guess it’s the company you keep. As someone who wants to go into the medical profession, you should be more compassionate, okay. Plus, the way things are these days, everything you say and do can come back to haunt you, so be careful.”
Oh, I get it; she’s lethal. Her acceptance had the whole room on her side, and Roz only seemed to feel worst as she made her way over to me with her head down. She mumbled out another apology, and I grunted an acceptance. She didn’t ask about her tuition or even mention money which saved her ass because had she even hinted at that shit, I’d have seen it as her apology hinged on that shit.
She did look genuinely remorseful, which was a big difference from the way she’d acted in the beginning, and truth be known, I’d missed the little shit. I was just so angry at her that I couldn’t see past what she had become in my eyes. This was the girl I knew and loved.
“You were right about my friends. Once I stopped paying for everything, they all just dropped me.”
“I guess you’ve learned your lesson, then.”
“I did; she’s nice.” She turned to look at Steph, who was once again deep in conversation with mom, sis, and my sister-in-law.
“She’s the one.”
EPILOGUE
MACE
For fuck sake, how the hell did I get myself into this shit? What home birth, what water birth, what no epidural? The only good thing about this setup was that the midwife was a female. This one had caught me out there with that shit by telling me that all the doctors closest to us had dicks, which she knew damn good, and well, I was not about to be okay with.
Now she’s here bawling her eyes out and screaming as if someone was cutting her in half with a rusty saw while this twit kept telling her how good she was doing. The fuck could she be doing fine in a cramped ass bathtub? One minute she was leaning over the back of the thing, and the next, she was sitting with her knees up to her damn chin. If this quack says one more damn word, I’ma kick her out of my house and do the shit myself.
I bit ten holes in my tongue and balled my fists to keep the rage inside, but this shit was not it. Those stupid books and videos in no way prepared me for this hell, and I could only imagine what my wife was feeling. I’ve never wanted to crawl out of my skin or send the clock forward a few days before, but if ever there was a time for that magic, this was it.
If we could just skip ahead to the part where the kid was ready for kindergarten, I’d be straight because in the last few hours dealing with this shit, I’ve imagined every horrific scenario known to man, and the worst part is that there isn’t a damn thing I can do for her. Never-a-fucking-gain.
