73 Memories

The Fifty-Eighth Memory

"Hey," I said, trying to gain your attention from where you were cooking. I was fifteen weeks along, and at our next appointment, we were going to find out what I was carrying inside of me.

"What's up?"

"We need to talk about something."

"I would assume. What do we need to talk about?"

"I want Emlyn to be the Godmother of our baby." I knew it was blunt, but I couldn't find the energy to care, and I 'd rather not beat around the bush, anyway.

I was expecting you to say no, that your parents should, or your brother, but instead you smiled and said, "I figured. I would love that, but don't tell her I didn't put up a fight."

I grinned and called her, ready to ask already. "Hey! I was just getting ready to call you," she greeted.

"Oh yeah? About what?"

"Hmm, no. You first," she insisted, and I laughed.

"Okay. So, you know how we talked about the baby being your non-blood-related niece or nephew?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd also be willing to take on the role of Godmother."

It was quiet on the other end for a while before I could barely make out a, "Yes."

I gasped. "Really? You'll do it?"

She laughed giddily. "Yes! I would love to!"

"Okay!" I said, trying to calm down. "Now, what was your thing?"

"Well, it's kind of funny, because I was just about to tell you that I got an apartment. I'm finally moving out of my sister's house!"

"Awesome! Where's the apartment?"

Her answer was not what I expected at all. "About two miles away from your house."

I screamed, immediately alerting you from where you were next to me. I stood up and used my eyes to tell you I was fine. "No. Way."

"Yep! I got a job working for a magazine that manufactures down there."

"When?"

"I'll be officially moved in next week."

"Are you serious? How'd you get approved so fast?"

"Oh, I didn't. I've been planning this for, like, two months."

I laughed and jumped up and down. "I can't believe you."

"I know. I'm the best."

"Sometimes," I agreed, cutting off the protests on the other end by telling her that I had to go to share the good news with you.

"What's happening now?" You asked, and I suddenly realized you weren't going to like this quite as much as I was.

Oh well. "Emlyn's moving to that apartment building a few miles from here."

You sighed and turned the stove off. "Great."