wait!”
A minute in and he starts again. “Is Pillsbury dough boy baking?”
This time we both shout. “Wait, Cody!”
Since she went first, hers start changing, and a pink line appears while I’m doing my own mental countdown before she screams.
“Oh my gosh! I’m preggo my eggo!”
We both hug each other, smiling as though we’ve won the lottery, while Cody bangs on the door getting our attention.
“We have a waffle, love? Damn! I’m high fiving Mr. Wham Bam right about now!”
Cody’s vocal monologue about waffle and Mr. Wham Bam is momentarily forgotten when two pink lines appear on my sticks. I clutch my stomach, instantly thanking God for this blessing. Roxy hugs me from behind, wetting my neck with her tears.
“I’m happy for you, T. You’ll be an amazing mom.”
I turn around to face her, hoping I can mask the sudden feeling of apprehension just thinking about Brian’s reaction. She frowns at me in defiance, while she does her hands to hip action, followed by her head cocking to the side.
“No! Brian will be happy. He loves kids, T.”
“But, he’s still young while I’m ready to start this part of my life. He’s made it clear he wants to enjoy us first. I’m afraid. What if. . . .”
Holding my face hostage with her hands she says, “When he comes home, you’ll sit down and talk about it. No secrets, remember what going half ass did to Cody and me. If he has a he-needs-to-wear-a-hug-myself-jacket type of reaction, allow him. It takes a while for guys to get with the program, but once everything sinks in, he’ll learn to deal.”
Not wanting to talk about it anymore, she unlocks the door and jumps straight into Cody’s waiting arms. As they share a kiss so sweet, the venom of envy starts seeping into my bloodstream. My eyes water seeing Cody’s reaction, hoping I’d get the same one from Brian. As I’m just standing there watching them hug it out, Cody releases Roxy. He opens his arms wide enough for me to slide in. “Come here.” Cody’s warm hugs are very inviting, but his words makes me shiver in tension, “You’re gonna tell him, right?”
I pull back looking him square in the eyes, I answer, “Of course. You know me, Cody.”
His smiling eyes are replaced by concern. “Just making sure, T.”
I try not to look at him after that, because I’m sure he knows Brian’s misgivings about having kids, or the right time to have kids. I push that thought aside, instead I focus on my own feelings. How happy and excited I am, and how much I want this. . . . how much I already love my little beanie.
BRIAN
AFTER TWO WEEKS IN SAN Francisco, then another two weeks in Vegas, I’m ready to be back in L.A. The night life and constantly being around booze following a chick rock band gets tiring after a while. The only positive thing about our four week separation is, I’ve finally decided to talk to Tami about my secret. No matter how much running I do, my past will continue to catch up to me, anyway. After all, part of being a man is facing the shit I’ve created.
I think the time apart may have caused our conversation before my flight to be strained and awkward. I know as soon as Cody picks me up, I’ll grill him.
“Is Tami, okay?”
Cody takes his eyes off the road to look at me. He’s wearing his signature I-wanna-say-it-but-I-can’t look while his eyes say something else is always a red flag.
“I need more than a look, Cody,” I snap at him. My patience are hanging by a thread.
“What? I can’t look at my main man?” He snaps back at me.
“Something is up. So, ‘fess up, pussy mouth.”
Shaking his head, he says, “Roxy’s preggo, man.”
He looks at me with a shit eating grin on his face. The fool is as happy as the day he got married, and my anxiety over Tami disappears, making me feel good simply because one of my best friends is happy.
Slapping his shoulder. “Oh, man, congratulations! Let’s hope it’s a boy.”
Laughing out loud he asks,