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The One She Loves
Corbin’s Bend, Season Two
By
Constance Masters
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The One She Loves
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Dedication
To my sister, who deserves to read a love story that she can completely enjoy.
Chapter 1
“Did you see Catherine? She looks like she’s about to burst!” Erin said.
“Seriously?” Sienna asked, topping off everyone’s coffee before sitting down at the table. “She only has one in there. Imagine having two children inside you wrestling for the prime evacuation position. I felt like a beached whale! All I did that last few weeks was lay on the couch and beg them to get out of my body.”
“I liked being pregnant,” Jen said. “My favorite thing was laying down and watching the lumps in my belly move. One side would go up and the other down. I’d touch the lump and try to guess what I was touching; an elbow, a heel.”
“What about that last bit when you’re getting really close to going into labor and you can feel them grinding their head into your bladder,” Erin added.
“Oh God yes. You almost have to eat in the bathroom, you spend so much time in there.” Jen winced at the memory.
“It takes you half the day to get yourself comfortable on the couch only to have to struggle back up to rush to the bathroom. Then most of the time the effort is wasted because when you get there, you realize that you don’t need to go at all.”
Carol sat back munching her cookies, listening and feeling just a bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t that her friend’s stories weren’t entertaining. They were, and she could kind of relate. She had seen pregnancy close-up while her girlfriend, Crystal, was carrying their daughter. It wasn’t like Crystal hadn’t tried to include her, she had, but she was twenty and it was hard to put herself in Crystal’s position. She was more into preparing the room and buying the things they needed.
“How long were all your labors?” Sienna asked. “Mine was surprisingly short, considering they were twins. I guess they were competitive even then.”
“Twelve hours with Avery and six with Jordan,” Erin said. “Funnily enough though, I don’t think Avery’s was as painful as Jordan’s was.”
Carol blinked. Going home and doing the laundry would be fun at this point. “Anyone fancy a game of cards?” she asked to kill the baby conversation.
“Oh sorry, hon, because you have Brianna, I forget that you haven’t actually had a baby,” Sienna said, her mouth dropping open when she realized what she’d just said. “Okay, that came out wrong.”
“No, it’s fine,” Carol said. The birth stories get a little old though.
“No, I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant was, that of course Brianna is yours in every sense of the word.”
“But I didn’t actually give birth to her, I get it. I was there though, right next to Crystal spurring her on and holding her hand.”
“Of course you were,” Jen, her best friend, said, putting her arm around the smaller girl. “I bet you were the best support person that there ever was.”
“Of course I was!” Carol scoffed, giving Jen a nudge. Suddenly the penny dropped. “I was the support person, who didn’t feel any of the pain, who didn’t actually experience that moment when the baby slid from my body.”
“I’m sure you felt joy though as you watched your daughter being born,” Erin said.
“Of course she did! I love my kids but I would have felt just as much joy if I could have watched Toby give birth. More actually,” Sienna said with a giggle.
“There’s no joy in watching the one you love go through all that, believe me,” Carol said. “But the birth itself was amazing.”
“Are you sorry?” Jen asked. “I mean, do you wish you had been the one to get pregnant and give birth to Brianna?”
“No. How could I? I love Brianna. If I was her biological mother, then she wouldn’t be her. Besides, at the time, Crystal was more ready than I was. No, I wouldn’t change anything.”
“You wouldn’t change anything then,” Sienna said. “But what about another baby now that you’re older.”
“I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it. I know that Crystal doesn’t feel the need to go through another pregnancy. It took her a while to regain her fitness last time.”
“Is that your nice way of saying she put on weight?” Jen giggled.
“She may have gained a few extra pounds.” Carol smiled. “I liked her that way. Not always pushing vegetables under my nose.”
“I get it. I put on weight after Jack, and Brock was always pushing the vegetables at me. Not to mention all the spankings I earned for not sticking to my diet. He couldn’t stand me whining about how fat I was.”
“Geez, if I was thinking about having a baby, you people aren’t making pregnancy look too appealing.”
“Maybe it isn’t just about the great bits, and there are plenty, or the terrible bits where morning sickness goes all day, and your skin gets bad and your hair goes all limp. Maybe it’s about the ups and downs and that spectacular moment at the end when you look into that little face. Instant love,” Erin said.
“I felt instant love when Brianna was born.” She tried to keep the defensiveness out of her voice but it was hard. It grated on her when people assumed that she wasn’t just as much of a mother to Bri as Crystal. There had been some resentment. Such a tiny bit that she’d been able to push it away when it surfaced. She had felt joy, but it had been Crystal’s tummy the baby had been placed on the minute her daughter was born. It was Crystal’s breast that she had suckled. When Crystal went back to work, she became the Mommy, but it was still Crystal’s expressed milk that gave their daughter sustenance.
“And maybe that will be enough for you,” Sienna said.
“Hmm,” Carol said. “You know what? I don’t think it will. I think I would like to give birth.”
“That’s so exciting!” Jen said. “Are you sure?”
“Do you think that Crystal will be up for having another baby?” Sienna asked. “Brianna is nine, you’re kind of out of the diaper and strained food age.”
“Crystal loves babies,” Carol said. “Besides, what I want matters too doesn’t it?”
“All you can do is put it to her,” Jen said. “I’m sure she’ll be over the moon. She loves you.”
“Yeah she does,” Carol said.
* * * * *
“Carol honey? Bri?” Crystal called. “I’m home!” She placed the boots that she’d stomped off on the welcome mat outside on the shoe rack neatly. They were the only shoes there.
“Momma!” Bri yelled, running to wrap her arms around her mom’s waist. “We’re having spaghetti and meatballs and Mommy’s cooking it from scratch!”
“Well aren’t we lucky.” She hung her cap on the back of the door hook and picked two off
the floor, hanging them up beside her own. “Let’s go taste.” She followed her skipping daughter through to the kitchen.
“Hi!” Carol said happily. “We’re having spaghetti. I’m even making the sauce.”
“I can see that,” Crystal said with a giggle at the disaster area that was once the kitchen. In the middle of the counter, on the only space left, was an army of homemade meat balls that were ready to be dropped into the fragrant sauce. “Thank you for going to this much trouble.” She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend from behind and nuzzled her neck.
“You’re welcome,” Carol said, turning to press a sweet kiss on her lips. “Nothing is too much trouble for my girls.”
Crystal couldn’t help but remember the evening before when dinner was a frozen macaroni dinner on a tray in front of the TV because Carol’s favorite show was on. “Honey, I love your special sauce. I have to ask though, is something wrong? No bills that you forgot about, no trouble, nothing you want to tell me?”
Carol shrugged. “Nothing bad.”
“Okay, but there’s something right?” Crystal persisted.
Carol’s eyes flicked over towards Brianna. “I’ll tell you later,” she said.
Taking the hint that whatever she wanted to tell her couldn’t be said in front of their daughter, Crystal dropped it. She tried to push it out of her mind, although that wasn’t easy. She loved Carol to death, but the girl got some interesting ideas sometimes, like the time she went on a hippy fantasy and managed to get herself into all kinds of trouble and her friends along with her. Although she suspected they hadn’t taken a lot of convincing. “How’s your math homework going?” she asked Brianna.
“It’s fine, Mommy helped me with that.”
“That’s great,” Crystal said, relieved. There was nothing more humiliating than being shown up by your grade four daughter. She’d hated math when she was at school, and she wasn’t too keen on it now. Thankfully she didn’t need to do long division anymore. “Well, what are you doing now, spelling?”
“Uh huh.”
“Why don’t I test you?”
“Okay,” Brianna said, handing her the book. “But we don’t have to do that. All we have to do is copy them.”
“I know but if I test you, then you’ll really know how to spell them.”
“I do know how to spell them.”
“I guess we’ll see won’t we.”
Crystal called out each word, impressed when Brianna only stumbled over one rather large word. “Good girl, all done. You can go and watch some TV if you like.”
“Thanks, Momma!” Brianna said, running off to her room to dump her school things before heading back to the living room.
“You’re welcome.”
“I’ll set the table if you like,” Crystal said, collecting an empty jar and rinsing it before placing it in the recycling. She gathered a few other items and dropped them in the trash, including a bunch of onion peels and garlic remains.
“Thanks, that’d be a big help. You don’t have to clean up you know, I’ll do it. I’m just not finished yet.”
“You’re cooking. I don’t mind helping out.” She washed her hands and gathered some plates from the cabinet and placed them on the table along with silverware. “Water or wine?” she asked, pausing at the glasses.
“I thought we might share a bottle of wine.”
“So we’re celebrating,” Crystal said with a grin. “I’m intrigued.”
“Momma, can Avery stay over this weekend?” Brianna called out from the living room.
“What did Mommy say?” Crystal spoke to the child but looked at Carol who shrugged.
“She said to check with you,” Brianna called back.
“I don’t mind,” she mouthed.
“I don’t see why not,” Crystal said. “More the merrier.”
Carol blew out a sigh.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
* * * * *
“Dinner was fun,” Carol said after Bri had left to get ready for bed. It had been nice to sit at the table and hear all about the school news. She usually heard what was going on, either on the way home or while they were at the grocery store or on their way to soccer practice, but it was Crystal that often missed out when she was on shift at the fire station. Brianna had usually gone on to the next piece of news by the time her momma was home.
“Yes it was,” Crystal said. “I never would have found out that Jeremy Spinks liked Amelia who’s never going to love him in a million years because she hates red heads.”
“I know right? Remind me not to invite that little witch to Bri’s birthday party.”
“You can’t do that,” Crystal said. “They’re just kids.”
“I can.”
“You won’t,” Crystal said. “Anyway, when did we decide that Bri was having a birthday party, it isn’t for months?”
“When Amelia decided she hated red heads.”
“You can’t get upset with a nine-year old. Anyway, I’ve waited long enough. I want to hear your news.”
“Okay,” Carol said. “Here’s the thing. I was thinking today that I’m almost thirty and I have a few things that I’d like to experience in my life that I haven’t got to yet. I’ve decided—”
“Yes?” Crystal said when she paused. “Just say it.”
“I want to have a baby.” Her eyes were shut tight and she couldn’t bring herself to open them to see the look on Crystal’s face.
“Open them, Carol. I’m still here.”
“You don’t want to, I can tell,” she said when she did finally open her eyes to her girlfriend’s blank face. She wasn’t giving much away.
“It’s a big thing, Carol, having a baby.” Crystal put her hand over Carol’s, her thumb tracing delicate circles on the soft skin.
“I know. I was there with Bri.” Carol could feel hurt bubbling. She wanted to say that she had been the one raising Bri but she didn’t want to be petty or to lessen the love she had for their first child by making it sound like raising her was a chore. She’d loved every minute of being a Mommy. Well maybe not the temper tantrums and the homework was hit and miss, but nothing in life was perfect was it?
“I know that, honey, you were there then, you have been there ever since.”
“Then why don’t you want to have a baby with me?”
“I didn’t say that I didn’t want to have a baby with you. It just seems kind of sudden. You’ve never so much as hinted at the fact that you wanted another child. You certainly have never mentioned carrying a child.”
“It just dawned on me today.”
“Hmm. Where were you when you had this epiphany?” Crystal asked.
“Does it matter?” Carol asked pulling her hand out from underneath Crystal’s.
“It might,” Crystal said. “If for instance, the idea wasn’t your own.”
“It was, I told you. I want to have a baby!”
“Were you with the girls?”
“Brianna and her friends?” Carol asked with feigned ignorance.
“Must I name them? Your partners in crime: Jen, Sienna and Erin.”
“They didn’t decide for me.”
“Were you with them when you decided you wanted to have a baby? Yes or no?”
Carol sighed. “Yes.”
“I need to think about this,” Crystal said. “We need to think about this.”
“What’s to think about?”
“This kind of important decision is one that any couple has to take seriously, Carol.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Keep your voice down,” Crystal said firmly. “It’s not like deciding you’ll try a recipe that someone else has made and liked.”
“You’re pissed because I want to have a baby,” Carol said, lowering her voice slightly so Brianna didn’t hear, but she was so disappointed with how this was going.
“Even if it just crossed your mind that you wanted to have another baby, you should ha
ve come to me. I should be the one that you share an important thing like that with first.”
“You’re jealous? Of my friends?”
“No, it isn’t that,” Crystal said. “It affects me. It affects this household. It isn’t going to make a difference to Jen’s life if you have a baby, and I’m sure not going to decide in one conversation, in one night that we are going to have a baby because your friends think it’s a fun idea.”
“Are you two fighting?” a small voice said from the doorway.
“No, baby,” Carol said, immediately going to Brianna to comfort her. “We were having a heated debate about something.”
Brianna looked from one to the other of her parents. “Are you sure?” she asked her momma.
“Yes, we’re sure,” Crystal said, kissing her daughter’s head and wrapping an arm around Carol’s waist to reassure her.
“Okay,” Brianna said, heading back to the living room.
“Five minutes, Bri,” Carol called. “It’s nearly bedtime.”
“This conversation isn’t over, Carol. We’ll save it ‘til later.”
“What’s the point?” Carol said, tossing a dinner plate into the dishwasher. “You just let me know what you decide about my life.”
“Pardon me?” Crystal said. She took the remaining plates and placed then carefully on the racks of the dishwasher. “You need to calm down and be reasonable before you get yourself in trouble.”
“I can get in trouble for wanting to have a baby?”
“Of course not. Don’t think you won’t get yourself in trouble if you don’t take a hold of your tongue though.”
