by K T Morrison
Hollis was smiling, but looked now like he didn’t want to be seen. Sean watched around them, then realized a Citizen A would need a reason to be in this apartment building and though no one would probably confront him, if they did he would have no paperwork to prove his intent.
Now Sean got close, said, “Were you here to meet me up at the apartment?”
“Both of you,” he said, his body language showing he wanted to leave.
“You can come back up, Carly will be home from work soon…”
“Another time, Sean,” he said, looking over his shoulder.
“Maybe we could meet in Old Town, I’d like to buy you dinner. I’m right, aren’t I, it was you…”
Hollis clapped Sean’s shoulders, backed away still smiling, then drew a pretend zipper across his lips.
As Hollis walked away backward, Sean said, “It’s our secret,” and nodded his head.
“I’ll see you, Sean,” Hollis said, then turned and joined a passing throng of tenants, standing much taller than them.
He stayed standing under the palm tree, smiling and happy, briefcase in both hands clutched in front of him, watching the tall, well-dressed A weaving now through the crowd out front, crossing the concrete esplanade and disappearing then down the passageway to the subway below.
If Hollis wouldn’t be his dinner guest tonight, he was sure Carly would join him. They would have champagne because he had a lot to celebrate, and he was sure it was Hollis who he had to thank.
Only when he went up to the apartment, he found Carly was already home.
“You’re home?” he said, coming in, setting his briefcase down and hanging his hat.
She was walking in from the kitchen now, wearing her robe, her hair messed. “Yes, I came home at lunch.”
“What? Oh no, are you not feeling well?”
“I’m fine, Sean,” she said and gave him a weak smile.
“You look exhausted,” he said, coming to hold her.
“It’s been a big day,” she said, running her hand through her hair.
They embraced, and he squeezed her, rocked her in his arms. “Guess what?” he said.
“What?” she said, running her hands around his back.
“Boy, do I have news.”
“You have news?”
“Hold on,” he said, chuckling, wagging a finger. He took off his coat and hung it up underneath his hat.
She asked him: “What’s your news?”
“Mavis calls me into the office today.”
“What did she want?”
“She won’t show me what it is, but she’s reading it off her screen.”
“Reading what?”
“Seems like someone from The Administration likes the cut of my jib. Sent her a letter of recommendation a few days ago. Anyway, she meets with the Executive, and you’re now talking to Sean York, Vice-President of Acquisition at Agency Logistics.” He couldn’t help beaming as he spun to meet her eye with grand flourish.
Carly laughed, covered her mouth, eyes wide and bright. “A promotion? Sean, are you serious? You know what this means?”
“Of course I do, Carly. This is going to do so much for us…”
She touched her cheeks with amazement, said, “What an incredible day…”
“Isn’t it?” he said, walking down into the family room and un-knotting his tie. “And you know who it was, right? Who wrote the letter? There’s only one man we know…”
On the coffee table in front of the couch sat two tall stemmed glasses, empty. Two bottles of French water stood nearby.
“Hollis,” he said, his voice as thick as lead.
Carly’s arms wrapped him, and she pressed herself to his back. “Hollis,” she agreed.
“Carly,” Sean said, a coldness wavering up from his depths, “Was he here?”
“Who?”
“Hollis, Carly.” He turned now to look in her eyes. He saw them dip down and note the two glasses on the table.
“Yes.”
“I know. I ran into him in the lobby. He was sure in a hurry to get out of here.”
“He’s not supposed to be here.”
“Then why was he here?”
“Why did you ask me if he was here if you knew he was?”
“To see what you would say.”
“Sean,” she scolded him, her brow getting low and mean. “What were you thinking?”
“I come home and Hollis is leaving, I find you in your robe with your hair mussed, what do you think I’m thinking?”
“I should be mad at you but I don’t have it in me today.”
Sean folded his arms, studying her. “Was he here long?”
“No, not long.”
“What did he want? You know it’s improper for him to be here, he could get in trouble…”
“We know, Sean. It… I needed him.”
Now his heart thudded. “For what? You didn’t…”
“Didn’t what, Sean?”
All his bravado crumbled, and he almost fell at her feet, ready to plead for this not to be true. “Did you have sex with him?”
“Why would I do that?”
He huffed, stomach trembling, sobs wanting to rise up and take control of his voice. “Because you like it.”
“You’re my husband, Sean.”
“Hollis isn’t nothing to you.”
“I don’t need to have sex with him anymore.”
“Did you… miss him?”
“It was an amazing weekend and you know it.” Now she folded her arms, pausing to pluck a stray loop of her terry cloth.
“I know.”
She steadied her eyes on him. “Did you miss the part when I said I didn’t need to have sex with him anymore?”
“I heard you.”
“Didn’t you wonder what that meant…”
He shrugged. She watched him, and as a bright and glowing wave of realization washed over him her smile spread wide across her face. He said, “You mean…?”
“I’m pregnant, Sean. I’m good and pregnant.”
He jumped to her and took her in his arms, too hard at first, then being careful, astounded and in love with the idea that a life grew inside his beautiful woman. “You’re pregnant? Carly, you are…?”
“I’m so pregnant, Sean… That’s why I came home from work. The clinic called me…”
“We’re going to have a baby?”
“We are, Sean, we are,” she sang, rubbing his back and kissing his neck.
“Oh I can’t believe it, you’re pregnant,” he laughed, happy tears squeezing from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Sean, I wanted to tell somebody, but I didn’t want you to miss work… I called Hollis, I wanted him to know…”
“I don’t care,” he laughed, feeling foolish. “I don’t care at all. Carly, we’re going to have a baby…”
Six months later and something was wrong with the baby.
Ten fingers, ten toes, lungs clear, heart strong, their screaming bundle of joy clung to Carly’s chest swaddled in a pale blue fleecy blanket. They formed a triangular composition of bewilderment. Sean, husband, poised bent over the side of the hospital bed, one arm over his brave wife’s back; eyes wide at the implication of their newborn. Carly, mother, wife, exhausted, damp hair lank, bags under her eyes after a completely natural but harrowing fourteen-hour childbirth, cradled their baby; eyes wide with incomprehension. Baby, fifteen minutes old, hollering out to the world; wondering what the fuck this life shit was all about.
Carly soothed and rocked their disgruntled pup. She shook her head again—the tenth time. Now she moved her chin up to meet her husband’s eyes. “It’s white, Sean. Our baby… He… he has your eyes.”
“I don’t know,” he sighed, but he was so quiet he couldn’t be heard over his son.
He held them both for a long time but when Carly began to sob his heart broke. He was so ashamed.
Carly cried, “How did this happen, Sean? How?”
That time in the shower c
ame back to him; Hollis and he took both of Carly’s openings, filled her up. But she hadn’t told him not to... And he’d ejaculated, hid it, told no one, put himself under the shower’s spray. Was it possible Hollis’s erection had pushed his inferior seed deep inside his wife, plunged his genetic material into the womb of the woman he loved?
“I’m so sorry, Carly… I’m so, so sorry…”
“Sorry for what?” she said, her voice constricted and thick with crying.
“Sorry this happened…”
“What—why?”
“It’s my baby…”
“Sean, I’m so happy…” New tears streamed down her cheeks.
“You’re crying…”
“I know,” she sobbed, “but I’m happy…” She laughed then, hugged their boy to her bosom tighter. “So, happy, Sean, so happy…”
“Oh, Carly,” he babbled, laughing, crying now with relief and the wonder of fatherhood, “oh, oh wow, I thought you were mad…”
“Mad?” she laughed. “I’m so honored to have your baby, Sean. I don’t care about any dumb genetics.”
“We wanted a healthy baby…”
“He’s healthy, he’s healthy,” she sighed, looking deep into their son’s eyes—ones that did look just like his.
“He’ll have my trait.”
“I know. But he’s a boy…”
“So?”
“If he has a boy too, it’s our great grandkid’s matter to deal with.”
“What if they hate us for not eliminating it when we could?”
“What if science has solved the trait by then? And what if our great grandson hires his own sexual surrogate for his wife?”
“I don’t want to burden them…”
“Sean, look at this baby,” she said, tilting their boy up so he could look in his daddy’s eyes. The baby smiled and Sean’s heart swelled in his chest. “He’s a miracle, Sean. A miracle. There was never a baby born more meant to be than our little baby.”
“He defied the odds.”
She sighed, “He sure did.”
“I mean, Hollis really gave it to you that weekend, and yet… wow, my seed…”
“All right, stop bragging,” she laughed.
He kissed the top of her head, and breathed her sweaty, birth-giving smell.
“I want to try it again, Sean…”
“Try what?”
“Another baby.”
“Me too. My promotion grants us another license.”
“I want Hollis again.”
He groaned at the thought; hurting and excited all at once. Still holding their baby, she nudged her elbow into his crotch, pressing hard into his testicles. “A year from now, Sean. A year from now. You think you have good swimmers, let’s try our luck again.”
“A competition?” he sighed, kissing his beautiful wife’s perfect little ear and caressing the tiny mewling apple-head of his miracle son. “Bring it on,” he said, full of confidence, feeling like the big man.
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