“All good news,” the nurse singsongs to Summer as she removes the oxygen mask “Dr.Goldberg’s the best.You know the joke about gynecologists?That they can remove an engine through the exhaust pipe?That’s Dr.Goldberg.Miracle worker.”
I smile down at Summer and give her a wink.“Miracle worker.”
“I like miracles,” she agrees, and I kiss her lightly on her forehead.
The feeling of going from sheer terror to elation in a matter of minutes is jarring.I’m flowing with nervous energy.I feel like I could win the Ironman Triathlon right now.
Summer’s back in her room, and I’ve been talking a mile a minute.So has she.
“I’m not even in pain right now,” she says, happily.“It’s better than a period.”
“That doctor is amazing.”
“You mean therobotis amazing.”
“I should put a call in for us to invest heavily into ovary robots.”
“There’s definitely a market for them,” she agrees.
“I have a craving for a ham sandwich.Ten of them.There’s got to be a thousand world-class delis in a five-block radius around here.I’ll order all the ham sandwiches in Manhattan.”
“Mayo and mustard, please.”
“But hold the lettuce or tomato and add an extra dill pickle.”
“I love you for knowing that,” she says.
“I love you for saying that,” I say.
Then I climb up in bed with her and let her get comfortable tucked into my chest.I run my hand over her hair and kiss the top of her head.“Just operated on, and you’re the sexiest woman in New York.”
“I bet.Especially the drool marks on my cheek.”
“Hold on while I order ham sandwiches.”
“Cue the magic Wi-Fi!”
“And tomorrow I’m going to do some real romantic shit for you.”
“Cue the romantic shit!”
“Elton John, even.”
“And a happy marriage and seven babies,” she says.
“Seven?I thought we agreed on four.Or did we agree on an even dozen?”
“No way on the dozen, flyboy, but maybe we should do eight.So eight kids.”
“I’ll have to buy a bigger jet.”I lay a big kiss on my wife’s lips.
“I see we’re celebrating.”Dr.Goldberg enters the room.“Maybe hold off on that kind of celebration for two weeks.”
“That’s okay,” Summer whispers in my ear.“I can still do things toyou.”
I get off the bed, and Dr.Goldberg examines Summer and appears happy with what he sees.He takes a seat on the edge of her bed.
“Any questions?”he asks her.
