“Mom, this is Cynthia, can you pass her a glass?”
“Hi sweetie, welcome! Welcome to this fantastic moment,” a delicate hoop stuck in her button nose, which was covered in freckles, and her thick auburn hair was pulled back into dreadlocks. She was wearing some sort of festively patterned sheet. Suddenly, so much about Rose made sense. Rose’s mother grabbed both of Cynthia’s hands and held them close to her own chest. The welcome that Rose and her mother were giving her filled her with guilt. They were being so kind, and she was about to tear apart their family.
“Cynthia, I’m Melody. I’m so thankful to have you share this emotional space with us,” Melody let go of Cynthia’s hands and reached to the table to grab a glass of champagne, “please, take this, and join us in the celebration of our new journey.”
“A journey? Where are we going?” Cynthia asked slowly and somewhat sarcastically, trying to get her bearings. Her resolve to execute her plan was slowly waning.
“We’re bringing life, my child, we’re bringing life,” Melody put one hand on Rose’s stomach and raised the other to the ceiling, tilting her head up. Cynthia followed Melody’s gaze for a moment before the weight of what was happening hit her.
“Holy shit,” Cynthia roared, half because of her frustration with the hippy display of weirdness that was surrounding her, and half because Melody was implying… her champagne glass slipped from her hand and bounced on the threadbare area rug that lay over the scratched wood floors.
“Found the ice bucket!” Coop came in, looking disheveled, as Cynthia bent to get her glass. Coop noticed her for the first time and a fleeting look of panic crossed his face. He knelt to help her with her fallen glass, grabbing napkins from a side table.
“Cynthia, I—” he started, slowly.
“Did you—” Cynthia interrupted him, stopping just short of asking if he had knocked Rose up, because she figured that wouldn’t go over well. She stood up.
“Wow,” she deadpanned to no one in particular, “congratulations. I…” she paused to glance down at her gold oversize Michael Kors watch, “would you look at that, I have… okay,” she took a step backwards.
“Thank you,” she said awkwardly, waving both hands as she exited the house.
“It was so lovely meeting you, sister,” Melody called as Cynthia shut the door behind her.
Chapter 5: Tara
Cynthia retreated into her bedroom. She drew herself a bath. Sinking into it, she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn’t quite comprehend it. She had been so close to a happy life with Coop, but now it was falling apart. Well, Coop was in another relationship. She shouldn’t have expected his to be as dysfunctional as her own. Maybe now that Rose was pregnant he would want to stay with her. And even if Tara were biologically theirs, and that wasn’t a sure thing, what could Cynthia do about it? Legally, there were no options. Even as a first year law student, she knew enough to know that when she signed that contract she had signed away all rights she had to be in her child’s life. She would have to watch her grow up from across the street.
She got in bed and stayed there until the next day. Glen had come home late and then got up relatively early to go to the office. Usually Cynthia would protest him going in while they were closed for Holiday break, but not today. Today, she was thankful he was gone. She needed all the space she could get.
It was around 2:00pm when the phone rang. It was her mother. She didn’t answer. Five minutes later, she heard her front door shake. She’d asked Glen to lock it on his way out, specifically to prevent her mother from barging in. She heard the scraping of her flower pot along the porch as her mother looked for a spare key. Apparently it wasn’t hard to find, because seconds later footsteps made their way up the stairs.
“You heard?” Nancy cut right to the chase.
“Yeah,” Cynthia managed. She could barely speak.
“And now what, you’re lying in bed?”
“Yeah?” Cynthia responded.
“Well, you had all day yesterday to feel sorry for yourself. Now it’s time to pick yourself up. Is this how I raised you?” Nancy paraded around the room, throwing open the curtains and picking dirty clothes up off the floor. She glanced around the room, looking for a hamper. It was clear she wasn’t used to picking up after herself, let alone cleaning up in someone else’s house.
“You really just give up like this?” She dropped the clothes onto the chaise lounge in the corner.
“One bump in the plan and that’s it? Hell, you got a law degree while you were pregnant. I’d like to think you’re a little more resilient than this. Get up, get dressed, and get over there. But put some make up on first, for the love of God. You look terrible. No one’s leaving their fiancé for that,” Nancy waved her hands in her direction before placing them on her hips and staring at her daughter.
“I’ll turn on the shower.”
Nancy disappeared into the bathroom and started the water. She came back out and crossed her arms again, staring at Cynthia in bed.
“Are you going to stand there until I get in?” Cynthia said weakly.
“Honey, I’ll strip you naked if I have to.”
Reluctantly, Cynthia dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.
Maybe this wasn’t that bad. Maybe he just hadn’t called because he was in shock. It’s a lot to process, going from having no kids to two in one day. Maybe he would still leave her—wait. He had never actually said he would leave her, did he? Cynthia had just assumed. But that was implied, right?
Cynthia got out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of her bath towels. They were luxurious, something she had talked Glen into spending extra money on. If Coop left Rose, which at this point was doubtful, she would have to leave Glen. She looked around. The house was beautiful. Her closet was full of amazing clothes… would she ever have all this again if she went to live with Coop? And what would everyone think? They’d only been married a couple of years. Cynthia shook it off. If she really wanted all of this, she would be happy. And she wasn’t. She had been stuck in an unhappy state of complacency for too long. She couldn’t settle for this house, these belongings, or Glen. This was as good as it was going to get here. With Coop, her happiness had no limit.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweater, she started downstairs. Smiling, she remembered her mom’s advice. She went back to her vanity and put on a little make up. Couldn’t hurt.
Her stainless steel travel mug was steaming on the counter when she got down to the kitchen. There was a note from her mother scribbled on a scrap of paper next to it.
Cynthia Holland –
You can do this.
Now go get what’s yours, go reclaim your life!
Love,
Mom
P.s. I was serious about the makeup.
Cynthia walked down the street to Coop’s house. She didn’t care about spying neighbors. She needed the air and she wanted a few moments of peace before she changed her life forever. The driveway was empty.
The door swung open as she was reaching for the doorbell.
“Cynthia, I was just coming to find you.”
Coop looked like he had been up all night.
“Hey—”
“Please tell me I didn’t miss my chance,” he said.
“I wanted to—”
“It’s not mine.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“The baby. It’s not mine. Some guy came by last night. A yoga client. I recognized him; Rose would have him over for lessons every once in a while and… am I the most oblivious guy ever?” He laughed. “Literally they would be drinking together when I came home,” he said, almost giddy, “I guess part of me just didn’t care.”
He paused for a moment and brushed his hair from his eyes, looking at Cynthia.
“Anyway, he threw a wine bottle at the house from the street, the guy has a strong arm,” he gestured to the bushes next to the front door, where broken glass lay on the ground.
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“And he was screaming for Rose. He had papers. I guess they had a test done yesterday. But to be honest, I don’t care.
“Cynthia, you have to believe me. Even if it were, I wouldn’t… I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t stay with her knowing there was even the smallest chance in the world that I could be with you.”
Cynthia didn’t know what to say. She had come over planning to do all the talking. Planning to lay it all out on the line. But now that Coop was doing it first, she was caught off guard. For the first time in a long time, she was happy. It was a foreign feeling.
“I meant it the other night Cynthia, I love you. I really do. I have all these years. It was so hard for me, having to move on. Having to settle for someone else. But it just felt… it all felt so temporary. It’s like I knew the whole time, through everything, that I was waiting for you.”
He stared at her for a moment, his green eyes sparkling with tears. Cynthia tried to say something but her throat closed up, not allowing her to. Coop started to speak, but Cynthia put a hand up and forced her words out.
“I know,” she said, “I know, I do. I know all about waiting and settling. Believe me, that’s all my life has been since you left. And I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“You don’t have to,” Coop replied, reaching for her hand. He gently pulled her in closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed her back, gently at first, and then harder. Cynthia ran her hands over his body, gripping his biceps and his chest. She loved the sturdy, muscular feeling of him. Meanwhile, he was doing the same to her; exploring her with his hands. They had missed so many years together that it felt new and strange to be together again.
Suddenly, Coop separated from Cynthia. He looked at her for a moment, and then pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing her black bra. His hands then returned to what they had been doing. As he looked at her and felt her, she began to feel like she had when she was with him. She felt desired and attractive. She felt powerful and confident. She hadn’t fully realized that her self-assurance and sexuality had diminished while she was with Glen, but now it was obvious. This is how she was meant to feel.
Basking in her newfound confidence, she slid her hands under Coop’s shirt and took it off over his head. She dropped it on the floor and leaned towards him, hungrily kissing and biting his neck and chest. To her surprise, Coop pushed her away. Holding her at arm’s length, he looked out his living room window. Cynthia followed his gaze.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, covering her chest. She hadn’t realized they were stripping down in front of his picture window. She reached down to pick her sweater up off the floor. Coop grabbed her arm.
“Not a chance, Holland,” he said. Cynthia laughed.
“You like me like this?” She asked coyly, tilting her head to the side.
“I’ll like you more once I get it all off,” he replied.
Coop turned her around to face her down the hallway. He slapped her ass and kissed her neck from behind.
“Let’s go,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her body. She squirmed a bit, smiling. He held her shoulders and guided her down the hall into the bedroom. He was stronger than Glen, and much more assertive.
Cynthia immediately dropped into the bed. She didn’t want to wait another moment for this. She climbed onto her knees and pulled off the rest of Coop’s clothes in one swift movement. She wrapped her hands around his erection. Its stiffness throbbed in her hands. She stroked him a few times before taking him in her mouth. Coop immediately gripped her shoulders in response and moaned. She felt him get harder as she sucked on him with a slow rhythm.
“Wait,” he said, gasping and pushing her away. He took few breaths before continuing, “that’s too good Holland, give me a second.” Cynthia smiled. She loved being in control of him like that.
“Lay down,” he said, slowly pushing her back onto the bed. He ran his hands down her body and slipped a finger inside of her. Cynthia took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. He forced another finger inside her, which made her gasp. Within seconds, her wetness covered his hand. He played with her a bit more, pushing his fingers in gently at first, then harder, then licking and kissing her in turn. Finally, she pushed him off and pulled him on top of her. She spread her legs and he thrust his manhood inside of her.
“I missed you,” he whispered to her as he began to thrust, “I missed you, Holland.”
Cynthia nodded in agreement, unable to speak. She pressed her hips against his. Waves of pleasure radiated through her body. She rolled over, forcing herself on top of him. Coop smiled. He held onto her hips as she rode him with long strokes.
“I’ve wanted this,” he said breathlessly, “I needed this ever since I saw you in that unbelievably sexy red dress.”
Cynthia smiled at that. She knew that had been the perfect dress. She leaned forward and grinded her hips harder against his. Coop sat up, forcing his shaft further into her. That sent her over the edge. She screamed, letting the feeling of bliss take over her body completely. She gripped Coop’s shoulders and kissed him hard until they both were finished.
Naked, they laid next to each other for a few moments, catching their breath. Coop slid Cynthia’s wedding ring off her finger and tossed it onto his bedside table. It thumped onto the worn wood surface.
“That looks heavy,” Coop observed.
“You have no idea,” Cynthia responded, running her fingers through her hair and propping herself up onto her elbow to look Coop in the eyes. The sheets clung to her naked body. Cynthia felt reborn. She was alive again, lying in bed with Coop again after all these years.
“My mom said you went over to the neighbor’s house,” she said cautiously, returning to the original intention for the visit.
“Yeah, I did. She’s beautiful. If she is ours, and I’m still not sure, but if she is… we made one hell of a kid.”
Cynthia smiled and looked around the room. It was a little dark. The beige carpet was stained in places, and she had a feeling it hadn’t started as that shade of beige, but had become it over time. There was a curtain rod, but no curtains hung from it. She assumed that Rose had taken them when she left. The bed itself was on the floor; it was really just a stacked mattress and box spring. The walls were completely bare. The closet, which was open, was barely a walk-in. Cynthia smiled. She had never felt so content. She was at home lying next to Coop. She rolled over and rested her head on his chest.
“I love you,” she said, quietly.
“What?” Coop replied, and he gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
“I love you,” she said again, a little louder.
“Hmm?” He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her, smiling.
“What did you say? I think I’m having trouble hearing…” he trailed off, kissing her as she giggled.
The piercing ring of Coop’s phone cut through their tender moment. He looked at the caller ID.
“It’s your mom,” he said.
“That’s weird,” Cynthia said, her curiosity getting the best of her, “see what she wants.”
“Hi, Nancy. Yeah she’s—sure. Hang on.” Coop put the phone on speaker and set it on the bed between them. Nancy’s frantic voice filled the room.
“There was a cop here. Well down the street. At Bunny’s house. Roberta saw him looking in the windows so we went down to see what was going on. He said there’d been a car accident, a bad one. They got the address off their car’s registration but they didn’t have any other information, so they sent him to see if anyone else was home or if there was anything there that could help them. Clive was driving he got the worst of it and… they took Bunny to Mercy Hospital but…” Nancy choked through a few sobs before she was able to continue.
“But they don’t think she’s going to make it. He said by the looks of it the only one with a chance was Tara.”
Coop was already up and pulling on his jeans. Cynthia couldn’t move. She sat up but stayed on
the bed, her body was numb. If she had tried to get up, she feared that her legs wouldn’t hold up underneath her. She couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on, let alone move as quickly as Coop wanted her to.
“Mercy you said? We’re on our way. Be there in twenty.”
He reached down and hung up the phone. He picked up Cynthia’s clothes, which were scattered around the room, and dropped them onto her lap.
“Get dressed, let’s go get our daughter.”
Our daughter. Those words snapped Cynthia out of her haze. She got dressed as quickly as she could. She reached for her ring and held it in her hand for a moment hesitantly before returning it to her finger.
In the kitchen, Coop was running his hands along the chipped granite countertops, frantically searching for something.
“I can’t find my keys,” he said, in a panic, “shit. Rose took the car. When she left she took my car.”
“That’s ok, we can take mine. Come on.”
She grabbed Coop’s hand and they hurried out the door.
They cut through the lawns that separated their houses. Cynthia thought for a fleeting moment that she shouldn’t be holding hands like this with Coop for the neighbors to see. But that feeling was trumped by her need for support right now, especially from someone who understood what she was going through.
It had only been a few days since seeing Coop had forced her come to terms with acknowledging her daughter’s existence. Then she saw Tara for the first time and something inside told her that the child was hers. Seeing her for the first time, she realized she had missed out on so much, so many years of her daughter’s life had gone by without her involvement. And now she could miss out on everything. She couldn’t bear the thought of it. They had to get to the hospital.
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