Just One of the Guys
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The rest of his words are cut off, because I’m kissing him. And crying, bawling, really, and Trevor hugs me hard and long. His arms are shaking, and his eyes are wet. Then he pries me off him and slides a ring onto my finger. “I had to go to Jurgenskill for this,” he says, grinning. “Nothing in town was open.” I just wrap my arms around him again, because really, I don’t even care what the ring looks like; it could be a piece of string as far as I’m concerned. All I can do is cling to Trevor and weep, apparently.
“Well, holy crap!” my father blurts in the silence. “Where the hell did this come from?”
“About time,” Mark declares.
“Here, here,” Jack seconds.
“You’re telling me,” Matt says. “Try living with her.”
“Did you guys know?” Lucky asks. “I’ve known for years.”
“Can I be your flower girl?” Claire asks.
But I hardly hear anyone, because Trevor is kissing me and whispering, over and over, “I love you, Chas. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
EPILOGUE
EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I have to pee so badly I may die.
“I know, it’s uncomfortable,” Sally the tech says, squeezing warm goo onto my stomach. “But just you wait. It’s worth it. How far along are you?”
“Fourteen weeks,” I answer.
Trevor takes my hand and squeezes it hard, grinning, those beautiful brown eyes dancing.
We got married a month after my mom’s wedding. We had no flower girls or limos. I wore a cute little white dress and my red high-tops. Buttercup waited outside, baying mournfully, and Matt sneaked her in just before the ceremony started, distracting the clerk with his movie-star good looks.
City Hall was packed with O’Neills, C Platoon, A Platoon and D Platoon (B Platoon had to work), Bev Ludevoorsk, Ernesto and his wife and the whole staff of the Eaton Falls Gazette, minus Lucia, who quit the day after her first date with Ryan Darling, M.D.
Nothing fancy, just Elaina as my matron of honor and my father as best man. I was bawling by the time Trevor took my hand and told me he’d love me and cherish me all the days of his life. In fact, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Dad was crying, Mom was crying, Elaina was hiccupping away, the Starahs…even Harry, still mostly a stranger to me, was crying! We went to Emo’s for the reception. It was the most beautiful wedding ever.
If you’re wondering about Perfect Hayden, well, guess what? Trevor dumped her the night I went over with the note. When I asked him why, he just said, “Why do you think, dummy?” And then he kissed me, and we ended up doing it on the stair landing, not able to wait till we got to our bed upstairs.
“So do you guys want to know the sex?” the tech asks, staring at the screen.
“Sure,” Trevor answers. I concentrate on the blurry, otherworldly images on the screen.
Suddenly, we can see a profile…a little nose, forehead, lips, a tiny, ghostly hand. My heart bucks, and Trevor sucks in a breath.
“There’s your baby.” Sally smiles.
Our baby. That’s our baby. I look at my husband, unable to speak. His eyes are full of tears. I smile wobbily, and he kisses my hand.
“Oh, hey, what’s this?” Sally says, frowning at the screen.
My stomach drops, and an ice-cold wave of fear sucks the joy out of my heart.
“What is it?” Trevor asks, his hand gripping mine.
“Huh,” she murmurs. “Did you guys know you were having twins?”
It takes a minute for those words to register. “Holy crap,” I breathe, a huge smile bursting over my face.
Trevor’s shoulders are shaking, his hand covering his face. Laughing, crying, some of both. “Oh, Chastity, I love you,” he whispers.
“They’re identical,” Sally says. “See that? One placenta, one sac. How wonderful!”
“Can you tell what they are?” I ask, turning back to look at my babies. My babies!
“I sure can,” she says. “Congratulations. You’re having boys.”
“Holy crap!” Trevor blurts, laughing. “Oh, my God. You’re amazing, Chastity. Wait till your father hears.”
Smiling, crying from the sheer joy of it, I reach down and touch my slightly rounded stomach. My boys. My sons. Four brothers, the Eaton Falls Fire Department, Trevor and now twin sons.
Looks like I’ll always be one of the guys.
And you know what? That’s fine with me.
“Well, holy crap!” my father blurts in the silence. “Where the hell did this come from?”
“About time,” Mark declares.
“Here, here,” Jack seconds.
“You’re telling me,” Matt says. “Try living with her.”
“Did you guys know?” Lucky asks. “I’ve known for years.”
“Can I be your flower girl?” Claire asks.
But I hardly hear anyone, because Trevor is kissing me and whispering, over and over, “I love you, Chas. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
EPILOGUE
EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I have to pee so badly I may die.
“I know, it’s uncomfortable,” Sally the tech says, squeezing warm goo onto my stomach. “But just you wait. It’s worth it. How far along are you?”
“Fourteen weeks,” I answer.
Trevor takes my hand and squeezes it hard, grinning, those beautiful brown eyes dancing.
We got married a month after my mom’s wedding. We had no flower girls or limos. I wore a cute little white dress and my red high-tops. Buttercup waited outside, baying mournfully, and Matt sneaked her in just before the ceremony started, distracting the clerk with his movie-star good looks.
City Hall was packed with O’Neills, C Platoon, A Platoon and D Platoon (B Platoon had to work), Bev Ludevoorsk, Ernesto and his wife and the whole staff of the Eaton Falls Gazette, minus Lucia, who quit the day after her first date with Ryan Darling, M.D.
Nothing fancy, just Elaina as my matron of honor and my father as best man. I was bawling by the time Trevor took my hand and told me he’d love me and cherish me all the days of his life. In fact, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Dad was crying, Mom was crying, Elaina was hiccupping away, the Starahs…even Harry, still mostly a stranger to me, was crying! We went to Emo’s for the reception. It was the most beautiful wedding ever.
If you’re wondering about Perfect Hayden, well, guess what? Trevor dumped her the night I went over with the note. When I asked him why, he just said, “Why do you think, dummy?” And then he kissed me, and we ended up doing it on the stair landing, not able to wait till we got to our bed upstairs.
“So do you guys want to know the sex?” the tech asks, staring at the screen.
“Sure,” Trevor answers. I concentrate on the blurry, otherworldly images on the screen.
Suddenly, we can see a profile…a little nose, forehead, lips, a tiny, ghostly hand. My heart bucks, and Trevor sucks in a breath.
“There’s your baby.” Sally smiles.
Our baby. That’s our baby. I look at my husband, unable to speak. His eyes are full of tears. I smile wobbily, and he kisses my hand.
“Oh, hey, what’s this?” Sally says, frowning at the screen.
My stomach drops, and an ice-cold wave of fear sucks the joy out of my heart.
“What is it?” Trevor asks, his hand gripping mine.
“Huh,” she murmurs. “Did you guys know you were having twins?”
It takes a minute for those words to register. “Holy crap,” I breathe, a huge smile bursting over my face.
Trevor’s shoulders are shaking, his hand covering his face. Laughing, crying, some of both. “Oh, Chastity, I love you,” he whispers.
“They’re identical,” Sally says. “See that? One placenta, one sac. How wonderful!”
“Can you tell what they are?” I ask, turning back to look at my babies. My babies!
“I sure can,” she says. “Congratulations. You’re having boys.”
“Holy crap!” Trevor blurts, laughing. “Oh, my God. You’re amazing, Chastity. Wait till your father hears.”
Smiling, crying from the sheer joy of it, I reach down and touch my slightly rounded stomach. My boys. My sons. Four brothers, the Eaton Falls Fire Department, Trevor and now twin sons.
Looks like I’ll always be one of the guys.
And you know what? That’s fine with me.
