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Date Posted: 01:46:43 01/29/06 Sun
Author: kennedypratt
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In reply to: kennedypratt 's message, "after vegas" on 01:45:23 01/29/06 Sun

The blaring ring of the phone woke me from a deep sleep. I felt Keith move next to me as he fumbled in the dark for the offending object. Following a mumbled “hello” the person on the other end launched in a loud, rambling dialogue to which Keith answered with a “what?” He had hung up before I became completely conscious. I started to stir slightly beneath the tangle of sheets and blankets. He leaned over and put one hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek, “ssshhh, go back to sleep.” He nestled behind me and wrapped one arm around my waist. I leaned back into him and promptly went followed his command.

The following morning I awoke well after sunrise. I reached towards the nightstand to look at the clock but found nothing. I looked around, alarmed for a moment, and then lay back down. I had slept at Keith’s again. Lately it seemed all I was doing at my own house was checking the mail and changing my clothes, half of which had made their way over to this side of town. The dogs had been a welcome addition to the Urban household too; one of them sniffed me carefully, sensing I was awake. She barked at Keith as he entered the bedroom with a cup of coffee for both of us. He shooed her off the bed and handed me my latte. I sipped it appreciatively.

“You went to get coffee already? It was my day to go.” I said.

He smiled, “yeah, but I wanted it before noon darlin’, it’s nearly 11 now.”

“Oh, you should have woken me up.” I replied.

“Well, I figured you needed your rest. For all the talking on the phone you’ll be doing.” He said rather sheepishly.

“What am I going to be on the phone for? What did you do?” I asked.

“I didn’t do anything. But some friends of ours ran off to Vegas and got married last night.” He said, drawing in a deep breath as he waited for my reply.

“What!” I screamed, slamming my coffee cup down and splattering coffee all over the bed and floor. One of the dogs quickly began licking up the hazelnut mess.

“Yeah, that was who called last night. I didn’t want to tell you then.” He said.

I jumped out of bed and yanked some clothes on, the entire time ranting, “I can’t believe her; I can’t believe she would go and do something like this. I bet it was his idea, I bet he convinced her to skulk off like that.”

He stood next to the bed with his hands on his hips, watching me stomp around the bedroom.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not that bad. They are very happy and this is what they decided to do about it. Aren’t you glad they made up after that whole pregnancy scare a few weeks ago?” He asked.

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How could I forget the pregnancy scare? What a fun few days that was. I was suspicious when we were in Vegas when I noticed that Kim hadn’t drunk anything. I grew more suspicious when we helped them move and Kim didn’t try to lift anything heavy. Things really blew up when Kenny overheard her on the phone with me. He had disappeared for days before finally showing up reeking of alcohol at Keith’s door. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, or changed his clothes. He hardly said a word to me, instead went with Keith into the den where they had a lengthy discussion. I tried to eavesdrop as much as possible but he had shut the door. The only part I was able to hear was when he raised his voice, “This is the life you want! Don’t eeff it up!” They talked a while longer before exchanging several man hugs. Keith kept saying, “It’s going to be okay.”
I tried to look very occupied with a magazine when they came out. I invited Kenny for dinner but he insisted he had to go home. He took up Keith’s offer to drive him home much to my relief.

Keith came home a short time later. “Did everything go okay at his house?” I asked.

“Don’t know; I didn’t go in. He got in the front door so I guess that is a good sign.” He answered.

“Such a mess, I hope she is not really pregnant.” I said.

“Why would that be so terrible? They love each other; they’re going to be together.” He asked.

“I just can’t see them being ready for a baby.” I said.

“That’s what people do sweetheart. They get together, hopefully they get married, and they have a baby. In fact, I’ve heard that people have been doing that for thousands of years, maybe you should look it up.” He said aggravated.

“Well maybe that’s what some people do but it’s certainly not what I’m going to do, and I’m not sure if Kim wants that either.” I replied hotly.

“Since when are you the expert on what other people want in their lives? And what do you mean that is not what your going to do? Are you saying you don’t want to get married or you don’t want to have kids?” He asked alarmed.

“I’m no expert at anything but I know this is not a good time for them to be changing anything. As for getting married, I haven’t found any suitable candidates yet and no, I don’t want any kids.” I replied coldly.

My response hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. He put one hand against the couch to steady himself. He took a step back and looked toward the floor. “You don’t mean that, you can’t really mean that.” He said softly.

I crossed my arms, holding my ground. “I was married once; we saw how well that worked out. I’m not a good wife, wasn’t cut out for it. I can’t imagine trying to undertake the job of being a mother.” I answered honestly.

He swallowed hard and walked away from me. I stood there, my words echoing in my head. I hadn’t said them to be mean, but they had caused just as much pain. I couldn’t say anything else. I got my purse and the dogs and I left. I drove back to my own house and suffered in the emptiness of it. I knew I needed to apologize but I wasn’t sure for what exactly. I was sorry if I had led him on but I wasn’t sorry for telling him my intentions. He needed to know.

I managed to stay away for a few hours before slinking back to his side of town just after dark. I opened the front door a crack and listened carefully. Silence. The dogs pushed the door open and went running in. They picked up the trail and found him lying on the couch. He petted and rubbed each of them as them jumped on the couch, stepping on him and licking him. I watched a few feet from the love scene, tossing my purse into the chair, not saying anything. He eyed me from under the mountain of fur.

“I guess these will have to be our babies then.” He said, a little choked up.

I completely lost my composure and joined the love pile. I cried into his chest.
“I’m so sorry to tell you like that, it was so mean, I should have told you a long time ago.”

He lifted my head up by my chin, “Tell me which part? That you don’t want kids or that I’m not a suitable husband?” He asked.

“The kids part,” I said through my tears, “I didn’t mean the husband part, well, I haven’t really thought about that.” I said.


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