tender affection that will help us to be good
parents even though we’re not a couple.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give my heart to
someone else in my lifetime. I think we can fall in
love infinite times, but you only really love
someone once.
And I’ve already used mine.
I sigh begrudgingly accepting it, because
thinking of him provokes a pain in my heart and a
sense of emptiness that nothing can ease, but I
know that when the baby arrives I’ll have a new
person to shower all of my love on.
“Maybe I’ll call Rain,” I reply. “Ask her if she’d
like to go for a walk.”
“Just don’t wear yourself out, dear.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be good for me.” I smile
before getting up with a bit of difficulty and going
upstairs to look for my cell phone.
Rain and I are in contact as we always have
been. We don’t see each other very much because
she’s always busy, but she stops by to see me when
she can. She tells me about the pub and the guys
but she never mentions Patrick. There’s a clear
agreement between us: I don’t ask and she doesn’t
tell, and I imagine she has the same agreement
with him. It’s the right thing to do.
I go into my room and dig around in my sheets
when I’m overcome with a tremendous sensation
of pain.
I breathe deeply, waiting for it to pass, but after
