concentrate on the image on the monitor that the
doctor continues to indicate and to focus on the
sound that can now be heard distinctly in this
small room.
I hear it.
And how, I hear it.
I can hear it all over my body.
My child’s heart.
A life that is growing and intertwining with
mine.
Patrick
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” Aaron
asks me suddenly, as soon as Rain and Erin walk
out.
Liam takes his ear in his fingers and stretches it,
very eager to listen in.
I shrug my shoulders and get to work, or at least
I try. I attempt to add up the numbers to see how
many bottles I need to fill the fridge, what’s
missing, what needs to be substituted and so on, as
Aaron draws nearer the counter, sitting on the
opposite side and resting his elbows on the wood.
I huff and decide to face him, because by now I
know him well enough to realize he’s not gonna let
this go.
“What is your problem?” I say.
A tense smile. “I don’t have any problem for the
moment, but I will if you continue with this story.”
“What story?” I ask him, crossing my arms over
my chest and raising one eyebrow.
