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“Let’s get inside. I’m in the mood for takeout from Perone’s tonight.”
“Perone’s it is,” she said, holding his hand.
Inside again, she took Flynn. “I’ll give him a bath and try to nurse. He’s not getting much, but he still wants it.”
“Did you call the doctor?”
They were in the kitchen and Tony was looking through the menu drawer. When she didn’t answer, he looked up. “Bridget, did you call the doctor?”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head.
“And what did he say?”
Now he was nervous. What if there was something wrong with her and she didn’t want to worry him?
“She asked if I could be pregnant again.”
The look on his face, of utter astonishment, diffused the situation so that she burst out laughing.
“Wait. Why did she ask that?”
“Some women can’t nurse when they’re pregnant. It messes with the hormones or something, and their milk dries up.”
He gently pushed her toward the living room. “Sit down. Do you think you could be pregnant? I was just at the store. I could have bought a test.”
“Go look on the bathroom sink,” she said, trembling.
“No way.”
“I bought it on the way home.”
“Come with me.”
“I don’t want to see it again.”
“Holy Mother of God,” he said in a high squeaky voice, pulling her along.
“You keep making me laugh! Don’t touch it,” she warned when they got to the bathroom. “I peed all over it.”
“I don’t care about that.” But obediently, because he didn’t want to embarrass her, he bent down and looked at the test stick. “Pregnant.”
He took Flynn and sat on the closed toilet and, with his face smashed against the top of the baby’s head, started to blubber. It was so touching, she knew he was probably overwhelmed.
“I can’t believe it,” he cried. “My own little kid. My folks are going to shit, but I don’t even care.”
“I don’t either. I’m so relieved you’re not angry.”
“Why would I be angry? It’s mine, right? That means it’s my fault.”
“Yes, it’s yours,” she said, laughing.
“I didn’t mean it like that. What do we do now? I’m clueless about this stuff.”
“I’ll bathe this guy and put him to bed, and then we can talk.”
“I got you a tub for him,” he said, wiping his eyes on his shoulder.
Tony’s caring, generous preparations led Bridget to believe that everything was going to be okay. They bathed the baby together in the new little tub, and later, they sat together while she nursed him, more for comfort than nutrition. Tony had a glass of wine, and Bridget had iced tea by candlelight.
