"A baby?"
"Yeah."
"Would we want a baby?" Evangeline asked.
"How did we start talking about this?"
"Jenny's pregnant."
"What! I thought, oh my god I'm horrible."
"What?"
I rubbed my eyes and shook my head realizing my own stupidity.
"Oh my god. I thought she was, you know."
"You thought she was, was what?"
I gave her a serious look for a moment and waited for her to catch on.
"Oh no! No! Drew you didn't think that."
"But I did she's huge."
"She's having triplets. Oh god, why didn't you just ask?"
"Asked what? 'Hey, why are you fat?' No thank you."
"Oh gosh. I can't believe you thought she was fat. Drew, that's just wrong." She placed her hand on her forehead in disappointment, "I married a stupid man."
"Yes you did and now you're stuck with me!" I scooped her tiny body in my arms and sat back down on the couch with me.
"Now, about the baby. Do you want a baby?"
Evangeline was really quiet. We didn't say a word to each other or a moment. We only sat there listening to our silence and our breathing.
"January, if you want a baby, that's fine. We can make that happen."
"It's not that. It's just, a child? Me? Am I even allowed to have one of those?"
"Whoa, of course you are. Evangeline-"
"I've done some horrible things in my life and you know that. I am not fit to be a mother."
"Hey, hey, look at me." I took her chin and tilted her face up to look me in the eyes. "January, you'd be an amazing mother. And despite who you used to be our child will not make the same mistakes you made, they'll make their own. And we will guide them to be better than us. Well watch them grow and fall, but we'll pick them up."
Evangeline stayed staring at the ground where her feet now were as she moved away from me.
"I don't want them to hate me." She whispered. I wrapped my arms around her small shoulders and pulled her into me.
"Honey. That's not till they're fifteen and covered in tattoos and hickies."
"Oh god I hope not!"
We laughed a bit as we looked at each other once again.
"We can have a baby if you're ready to January." She looked at her feet again, fiddling with her toes. When she finally looked up she had this big smile on her face.
"What would you nickname our child?"
YOU ARE READING
September met January on a rainy day in May.
Teen FictionDrew was an antisocial piano player who never fit in. Evangeline, was a violinist song writer who needed a new muse. Drew was hopeful and always believed in the impossible. Evangeline was skeptical and more of a realists. Drew believed in love at f...
