Sweet Little Memories
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I glanced at her side profile. She was alone in this world. I didn’t know details but I knew she wasn’t leaving Savannah easily. Heidi was too important to her. There had to be a very good reason. And I didn’t believe it was her fault. Stone was the one who I knew could be so damn dark that it was hard to be around him. He could shut off and withdraw. It was easier to believe he had made a mistake. He had made her believe she wasn’t wanted. Than to think she had done anything to cause this.
His friendship was something I needed in this life. I knew that now better than I had before. Being without it hadn’t been easy. But loving Beulah was the same. Being without her wasn’t easy. If I eventually had to pick one it would be the hardest choice of my life.
“Jasper,” she said almost too quietly.
“Yes?”
“I need you to pull over. Now.” There was panic in her voice. I put on a blinker and slowed down to ease off the road. It wasn’t safe to be on the side of the interstate, but I didn’t question her. The moment I got the car stopped she threw open her door, jumped out and immediately bent at the waist and began to vomit. Over and over.
I watched her a second before it sank in. It began to make sense. Reaching for the door handle I got out of the car and walked around to her. The circumstances for her running, the sadness, the easy acceptance of my presence. It was all because of this.
When she was done, she put her hands on her knees and lifted her head to look at me. She was pale. Her eyes seemed larger than normal and they were now watery. “Thanks,” she said then stood up. She didn’t say more only turned went back to the car, got a napkin out of the bag from earlier, cleaned her face, put the napkin back in the bag and turned to place it on the ground outside. When she did she glanced back at me again. “I know it’s littering but I can’t . . . I need it out of the car.”
The smell of the chicken. Vomiting after the mention of Mexican food. I had never personally spent time with a pregnant woman but I had seen enough television and movies. Stone had no idea. If he did, whatever he was doing right now that was so important he called me to come after her, would be dropped. He’d be here with her. Doing whatever he could to get her to come back.
She got in the car and closed the door. Walking back around to get back in myself I knew I was going to have to tell him. He deserved to know. She needed him to know. But before I did she was going to answer some questions. I wasn’t going to shoot off at the mouth again with information I didn’t have facts on. I was going to be more careful this time.
Starting the car, I pulled back onto the interstate. I didn’t say anything. I let her sit there and think. She had to know I wasn’t a complete idiot. What had just happened wasn’t food poisoning or a stomach virus. If it were it would have been worse. She would be hunched over in the seat weak and sick.
The Italian place appeared the next exit sign and although I wasn’t positive she could eat just yet I took the exit anyway. Our silence continued until I was parked and we were sitting there staring straight ahead. Both of us waiting for the other to speak. I wanted her to tell me. I didn’t want to be the one to hammer her with questions, but I would if I had to.
“He doesn’t want kids. He said him having a child would be a mistake.” Her voice was so soft I had to strain to hear her.
Stone thought he should never be a father. He’d said more than once that he wouldn’t know the first thing about it. He had no example to follow. All he had was Gerry and that wasn’t enough, or so he believed.
“But he said that not knowing about you,” I said making sure I understood correctly. Because if he knew she was carrying his child and he had said that fuck fixing our friendship. I’d find him and beat his ass or go down trying. Truth had always been Stone was the more dangerous one. He’d been fighting since he was young. That was the one thing his abusive father had taught him. Tough, hard, and cold. But he could also be the best human you’d ever met. It was a unique combination.
“I couldn’t tell him. Not after that. I don’t want my baby to ever feel like it was a mistake. Or unwanted. And if he feels that way our child will feel it too.”
She spoke as if each word physically hurt her. She wouldn’t look at me. I could see her chin quiver as she fought to hold in her emotion. When Stone found out I doubted he would ever forgive himself.
“I understand. But I also know Stone. He often says what he thinks and doesn’t consider how it could change if the situation presented itself. I know he loves you. I understand that more than anyone else. And because I know how he feels and the sacrifice he was willing to make to secure your safety by calling me, I also know you’re wrong about how he will feel about the baby.”
If he didn’t forgive me for anything else, what I’d just said should cleanse me from all the other sins I’d committed against him. Beulah was so vulnerable right now. I could take advantage of that and give her a life she didn’t think she would have now. I could step in to be a father to the baby. She’d eventually love me. I could see that scenario and I would be a liar if I didn’t admit it was tempting. But it was also wrong.
I knew the baby’s father. I knew the truth. And I knew he would want her and this baby. She wasn’t an abandoned single mother who needed me to save her. If she was, I’d gladly do it and thank God for a second chance. But this wasn’t my lucky moment. It wasn’t meant to be for us.
“Can you eat?” I asked her instead of pushing or trying to convince her on anything more.
She turned to look at me. A small sad smile touched her lips. “Actually, I’m craving those breadsticks you mentioned.”
For now, I’d feed her. When she slept again I would decide what to do and how to handle it. Stone’s future depended on it and this time I wasn’t going to let him down.
Beulah
SOMEHOW I HAD MANAGED TO eat three breadsticks and an entire bowl of ravioli. When I had gotten sick for the first time I wasn’t sure I could ever eat again. If it wasn’t chicken or Mexican, it seemed I was fine in the hunger and eating department. The restaurant was more expensive than my budget. Jasper had threatened to make a scene if I didn’t allow him to pay for the meal. When I tried to order salad and breadsticks only, he ordered me ravioli, lasagna and fettuccini alfredo. I had to promise to eat the ravioli to stop him from ordering everything else on the menu.
His friendship was something I needed in this life. I knew that now better than I had before. Being without it hadn’t been easy. But loving Beulah was the same. Being without her wasn’t easy. If I eventually had to pick one it would be the hardest choice of my life.
“Jasper,” she said almost too quietly.
“Yes?”
“I need you to pull over. Now.” There was panic in her voice. I put on a blinker and slowed down to ease off the road. It wasn’t safe to be on the side of the interstate, but I didn’t question her. The moment I got the car stopped she threw open her door, jumped out and immediately bent at the waist and began to vomit. Over and over.
I watched her a second before it sank in. It began to make sense. Reaching for the door handle I got out of the car and walked around to her. The circumstances for her running, the sadness, the easy acceptance of my presence. It was all because of this.
When she was done, she put her hands on her knees and lifted her head to look at me. She was pale. Her eyes seemed larger than normal and they were now watery. “Thanks,” she said then stood up. She didn’t say more only turned went back to the car, got a napkin out of the bag from earlier, cleaned her face, put the napkin back in the bag and turned to place it on the ground outside. When she did she glanced back at me again. “I know it’s littering but I can’t . . . I need it out of the car.”
The smell of the chicken. Vomiting after the mention of Mexican food. I had never personally spent time with a pregnant woman but I had seen enough television and movies. Stone had no idea. If he did, whatever he was doing right now that was so important he called me to come after her, would be dropped. He’d be here with her. Doing whatever he could to get her to come back.
She got in the car and closed the door. Walking back around to get back in myself I knew I was going to have to tell him. He deserved to know. She needed him to know. But before I did she was going to answer some questions. I wasn’t going to shoot off at the mouth again with information I didn’t have facts on. I was going to be more careful this time.
Starting the car, I pulled back onto the interstate. I didn’t say anything. I let her sit there and think. She had to know I wasn’t a complete idiot. What had just happened wasn’t food poisoning or a stomach virus. If it were it would have been worse. She would be hunched over in the seat weak and sick.
The Italian place appeared the next exit sign and although I wasn’t positive she could eat just yet I took the exit anyway. Our silence continued until I was parked and we were sitting there staring straight ahead. Both of us waiting for the other to speak. I wanted her to tell me. I didn’t want to be the one to hammer her with questions, but I would if I had to.
“He doesn’t want kids. He said him having a child would be a mistake.” Her voice was so soft I had to strain to hear her.
Stone thought he should never be a father. He’d said more than once that he wouldn’t know the first thing about it. He had no example to follow. All he had was Gerry and that wasn’t enough, or so he believed.
“But he said that not knowing about you,” I said making sure I understood correctly. Because if he knew she was carrying his child and he had said that fuck fixing our friendship. I’d find him and beat his ass or go down trying. Truth had always been Stone was the more dangerous one. He’d been fighting since he was young. That was the one thing his abusive father had taught him. Tough, hard, and cold. But he could also be the best human you’d ever met. It was a unique combination.
“I couldn’t tell him. Not after that. I don’t want my baby to ever feel like it was a mistake. Or unwanted. And if he feels that way our child will feel it too.”
She spoke as if each word physically hurt her. She wouldn’t look at me. I could see her chin quiver as she fought to hold in her emotion. When Stone found out I doubted he would ever forgive himself.
“I understand. But I also know Stone. He often says what he thinks and doesn’t consider how it could change if the situation presented itself. I know he loves you. I understand that more than anyone else. And because I know how he feels and the sacrifice he was willing to make to secure your safety by calling me, I also know you’re wrong about how he will feel about the baby.”
If he didn’t forgive me for anything else, what I’d just said should cleanse me from all the other sins I’d committed against him. Beulah was so vulnerable right now. I could take advantage of that and give her a life she didn’t think she would have now. I could step in to be a father to the baby. She’d eventually love me. I could see that scenario and I would be a liar if I didn’t admit it was tempting. But it was also wrong.
I knew the baby’s father. I knew the truth. And I knew he would want her and this baby. She wasn’t an abandoned single mother who needed me to save her. If she was, I’d gladly do it and thank God for a second chance. But this wasn’t my lucky moment. It wasn’t meant to be for us.
“Can you eat?” I asked her instead of pushing or trying to convince her on anything more.
She turned to look at me. A small sad smile touched her lips. “Actually, I’m craving those breadsticks you mentioned.”
For now, I’d feed her. When she slept again I would decide what to do and how to handle it. Stone’s future depended on it and this time I wasn’t going to let him down.
Beulah
SOMEHOW I HAD MANAGED TO eat three breadsticks and an entire bowl of ravioli. When I had gotten sick for the first time I wasn’t sure I could ever eat again. If it wasn’t chicken or Mexican, it seemed I was fine in the hunger and eating department. The restaurant was more expensive than my budget. Jasper had threatened to make a scene if I didn’t allow him to pay for the meal. When I tried to order salad and breadsticks only, he ordered me ravioli, lasagna and fettuccini alfredo. I had to promise to eat the ravioli to stop him from ordering everything else on the menu.
