Feels Like Summertime(22)

“You all right, buddy?” I asked again. I laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

He didn’t look at me. “Yeah, yeah… Go to your wife.”

“Mr. Jacobson?” the nurse prompted again. “We need you in here.”

Laura’s parents and her sister all stood at the door in the hallway with Fred while I went back inside the room. Laura was awake and they told her it was time to start pushing. She reached for my hand, and I sat down near her head, taking her palm firmly against mine. “You got this,” I told her. “Very soon, you’ll be holding our baby.”

Her eyes welled up with tears. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Me too.” I was scared shitless.

I talked her through every contraction. I urged her to push, to breathe, to wait, to push again. I kept her going when she wanted to quit. I consoled her when she told me how much she hated me. I let her squeeze my hand.

Then it was time. I watched the baby come into the world. They lifted it and laid it upon her belly, and then they started to wipe it clean. The baby’s skin was rosy and pink.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. We didn’t want to know before the birth. “A healthy baby girl. You want to cut the cord, Dad?”

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I watched as they cleaned her hair. Her bright red hair.

Laura laid her hand on the baby’s head and covered up those gleaming, flaming tufts. “Jake,” Laura said, sobbing.

I said nothing.

“You want to cut the cord, Dad?” the doctor asked again.

“No,” I said. I couldn’t breathe.

“I didn’t know, Jake,” Laura said, sobs heaving from her.

I said nothing. I had no words for her at all.

“It was just one time, Jake. Just once. I swear it.”

I looked toward the door where I knew Fred waited. “I’ll get Fred for you,” I said.

Then I walked out.

Fred met me at the door with a red face and sweaty armpits. We could hear the baby crying from the other room. “It’s a healthy baby girl,” I told them all. I held out a hand to Fred to shake. He took it warily. “Congratulations,” I said.

Then I walked out. I went home that night and drank myself stupid. Then I did it again, and every day for two weeks. I drank, took two weeks of vacation from work, and then when it was time to go back, my boss told me I needed a break. That was after I broke Fred’s nose. And his arm. And I tore up part of the office. And then I hit a civilian when he tried to break up the fight that I carried on with even after they threw me out onto the sidewalk. Apparently, I had some anger issues.

Laura never came home from the hospital. I don’t know where she went. She didn’t call. She didn’t come and get the baby stuff we’d collected. She didn’t do anything. She just left. I heard she went with her parents. Then I heard she was with Fred. All I knew was that she wasn’t with me. And she never would be again.





21





Katie





“You were going to be a dad, Jake,” I whisper. I cover my mouth. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

“You had no idea she was sleeping with Fred?”

He shakes his head. “None at all.”

“You and Fred were friends before I even met you.” I can see how fast his heart is beating by the vein in his neck. Jump, jump, jump.

“About twenty years or so.” He shrugs again.

“You must have been floored.”

“I saw that perfect little baby lying there on its mom’s chest, and all I could think was that Fred should be in the room. Not me. It was his kid. I could see it immediately. It wasn’t just because of the color of her hair. It was all over Laura’s face. She was devastated.” He shoves his hands deep into his pockets. “But underneath it all, she was a mom finally. And it wasn’t my place to ruin her day, so I left.”

“Do you ever wish she had told you before the delivery? That she’d told you about the ‘one time’ and given you a choice whether or not you’d stay? Do you think you would have? Stayed, I mean?”

He shakes his head again. “No. I wouldn’t have stayed.”

“Why not?”

“We’d been through too much. We’d lost four babies, gone through years of fertility treatments, and we’d lost all of what we’d had in the very beginning. Everything I loved about her was gone by the time we got pregnant.” He snorts. “Or by the time they got pregnant. We weren’t the same people. We resented the hell out of one another.”

I point to the picture. “You looked pretty happy here.”

“She was smiling into the camera at Fred.” He makes a rude sound in his throat. “She slept with my best friend. My best friend slept with my wife.” He picks up the picture, stares at it for a moment, and puts it away in a drawer.

“Then what happened? After the hospital?” I sit down on the edge of his bed and he sits down next to me. He scratches his nose.

“I went home and she didn’t. That was the end of it.”

“It’s not the end of it,” I tell him.