Baby Girls

You better start calling more.

It's Saturday and we are at a fundraiser at school, and students kept looking at us and smiling, or acting shy, or watching us as we lift things, how I try to grab the heavy things and Bradley will gently put his hand on my back and hand me a lighter box so he can take the heavy ones.

They watch as every time we pass one another, we end up touching intentionally, like I'll subconsciously put my hand on his shoulder and let it slide across his back, he he'll pass me and give my hand a gentle squeeze as he does so, or how when we finish a task, we grin at each other and high five.

"Here." Bradley says, handing me water. "Drink up." He says, drinking some of his.

"I'm not thirsty." I say.

"You know you will get dehydrated. Please drink, just so I know you'll be okay."

Sigh, I drink some, and the second he turns his back, I hand it to Skylar. "Share with your sister." I say.

"Kee Mommy." She says. She drinks some and hands it to Aubrey.

Bradley hands me a light box and I carry it to the truck.

Right now we're just lifting things while the students sell to triathlon runners. We're trying to fill the truck to bring the water to the booth at the end of the race for thirsty people.

"Everyone keeps looking at us. I wonder why." He says.

"Maybe because last time they saw us, we were fighting." I shrug.

"But they don't look shocked." He frowns.

"I don't know then." I shrug.

He looks down at the water in Aubrey's hand and grabs another, handing it to me.

I take a sip, and again, when he turns around, I give it to Skylar.

"Now you don't have to share." I say.

"Fanks Mommy." She says.

"You're welcome baby." I kiss her and Aubrey's head and continue lifting boxes.

Bradley sees that both twins have a bottle, and he hands me another one.

"Please keep this one." He says.

I sigh quietly and nod. "Okay." I sigh.

Dad walks over to us.

"We're doing well. We've gained three thousand and I haven't checked the end." He says.

"Alright." I nod.

Bradley sets the last box in the truck and turns to me. "I'm going to take these down to the end." He says. "I'll be back, I promise." He lets his hand slide across my shoulder as he passes.

I sit down on a bench and watch the twins play.

Katie, junior Katie, not sophomore Katie, sits down next to me. She isn't the Katie that saw me crying in Starbucks.

"Hi." She says.

"Hey Katie. What's up?" I ask.

She looks down at her hands. "Do you know anything about boys?" she asks.

I look at her. "Well, I'm married, so I suppose so."

He group of friends surrounds us.

"Can you give me advice?" she looks like she's going to cry.

"Yeah." I say.

She takes a deep breath. "There's this guy..." she takes a deep breath.

"Who is my boy friends best friend." Amber says. I nod.