by Jessica Ashe
Emma is staying with a friend, so we decided to break the news to Damon’s parents tonight. Emma and my mom already know, and quite frankly I’m amazed they haven’t spilled the beans already. We were going to wait until nearer the three-month mark, but what the hell?
It doesn’t take long before a perfect opportunity arises.
“You want a beer, Dad?” Damon asks.
“Please, son.”
“Mum? You want white wine?”
“I’ll have whatever Naomi is having. I don’t want you to open a bottle on my behalf.”
“I’m actually not drinking tonight,” I say.
“Oh my God, congratulations,” Damon’s mom yells immediately. She stands up and throws her arms around me.
Damon’s Dad looks a lot more composed. “Way to act cool, Norma,” he says. “I think you were supposed to wait until she tells you she’s pregnant.”
“You already knew, didn’t you?” I ask.
“We took Emma shopping last weekend, and she wanted to buy things for her new brother.”
“That girl’s a nightmare,” Damon mutters.
“It doesn’t matter,” Hubert says. “We’re just so pleased for you. Congratulations, son.” Damon and his dad shake hands, and then Hubert embraces me in a hug.
Everyone wants to make a fuss over me, but dinner is on the table and it’s getting cold. We sit down to eat, and after a few questions about my health and the sex of the baby, the conversation returns to normal. Damon and his dad start talking about soccer, and Norma resumes talking about what her friends are up to.
“Naomi, did you know Jo—the lady who cuts Sarah’s hair—was arrested for indecent exposure? Apparently she flashed her boobs at a police car.”
“Mum, Naomi does not want to hear about your friend’s hairdresser.”
“Yes I do,” I reply. Right now, I’m not Naomi Price the pop superstar, I’m just a woman eating dinner with my husband and his parents. Oh, and I’m pregnant.
“Sarah doesn’t have any luck with hairdressers,” Norma continues. “Her last hairdresser ended up going broke for not paying her taxes.”
“Mom,” Damon scolds. I slap him on the arm to keep him quiet.
“Why doesn’t she go to Moira’s hairdresser?” I ask. “You said he’s really good and gorgeous.”
“Oh don’t go there,” Norma says, holding up her hand. “Turns out that hairdresser used to date her son. He dated this hairdresser and it didn’t end well. I think it’s silly, because you can’t blame him just because the relationship broke up and….”
Norma keeps talking, and I keep smiling and eating. For the next few hours, I’m a normal daughter-in-law, wife, and mother, with another one on the way.
I’m not Naomi Price; I’m Naomi Curtis, and I couldn’t be happier.
THE END
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