“See. You’re a natural,” she said with a grin on her face.
I returned the bottle to Lily’s mouth and realized that caring for Lily felt very natural to me. I hadn’t expected to enjoy the company of a little one, so even after all of these years, I could still be pleasantly surprised.
Chansey interrupted my internal thoughts and asked, “Do you want children someday?”
If I told her I couldn’t have children, she would expect an explanation and I wished to avoid that conversation entirely, so I answered, “Yes. I would like to have children very much.” It wasn’t a lie, just not a possibility. “What about you? Do you see a house full of children in your future?”
“I don’t know about a house full. Two or three sounds more like it to me,” she answered.
I asked the question, forcing myself to hear her tell me she wanted something I could never give her. I thought hearing the words might make it easier for me to leave but my selfish heart wanted to be with her forever. It pleaded to tell her the truth and allow her to decide if she wanted to risk the danger and be with me even if it meant never having children. My urge to protect her and give her all the things she desired won out and I tucked away the temptation of telling her the truth. Any doubt in my mind was dissolved because my decision to leave was well warranted.
“I have no doubt you will make a wonderful mother,” I complimented.
“Just going off of how well you did this, it’s looks like you won’t be so terrible yourself. You sure look natural for someone that has never done any of this.”
“How long do we get to keep her?” I said, then realized how my words must have sounded. “I mean, what time are her parents picking her up?”
She smiled and said, “I have to work tonight, so Adam and Amy said that they would be here by one so I could get ready. Do you think that will give you three enough playtime?”
I lowered my voice so Lorelei couldn’t hear me and said, “You know, you can be a very cute little smart ass when you want to be.”
“What can I say? I aim to please,” she kidded.
“So, what are you and the girls planning today?”
“Amy left Lily’s stroller, so I thought we would walk down to the park and let Lorelei play in the little water park since the weather is so lovely today. Would you want to come with us?”
Since I wasn’t leaving today, I might as well have fun with her and the girls. “Alright, I think I will.”
Chansey packed the diaper bag with everything plus the kitchen sink, but I didn’t mention it, and we strolled down to the park. We sat on a bench under the shade of a large tree and let Lorelei began getting drenched by the squirts of water shooting up into the air.
“You must know their parents well if they trust you with their children.”
“I have known Amy all of my life. She and my mother were best friends because she grew up in the house next door. She inherited the house when her parents passed away and since she had lost her parents and my grandparents had lost their daughter, they somewhat adopted one another,” she explained.
“I would not have guessed that since their children are so much younger than you.”
“Amy and Adam didn’t meet and marry until about ten years ago. They experienced some fertility issues, but now they have been blessed with these two beautiful little girls and couldn’t be happier.”
Lorelei ran over, dripping from head to toe, and said, “I need to go to the bathroom,” as she leaned up against Chansey, soaking her also. She gave me a smile and said, “Should have worn my swimsuit, I see.”
“Probably wouldn’t have been a bad idea,” I agreed.
“Okay, guess we’re making a bathroom run. Can you manage a sleeping baby while I’m gone?”
“I’ve managed just fine since we’ve been here,” I boasted.
“Alright, big talker, I hope she bawls and squalls big time while we’re gone,” she teased.
“She wouldn’t do me like that.”
“Want to bet?” she laughed as she and Lorelei started walking toward the bathroom and I panicked for a brief moment until I convinced myself they wouldn’t be gone for long. Lily began to cry as they began to walk away and Chansey couldn’t have timed it better if she tried.
She turned at the sound of Lily’s cry and laughed, saying, “Good luck with that.”
“Hey, you’re not leaving me with this, are you?”
“I’m certainly am, unless you want to attempt the potty break.”
I didn’t care for either prospect. “Well, hurry.”
She held her palm up to me and said, “Talk to the hand, Mister I’ve managed it just fine since we’ve been here,” and she continued laughing as she walked.
This was going to be a piece of cake because Lily liked me, so I reached into her stroller, picked her up, and began to try to sooth her. When she didn’t calm, an aging woman walking by said, “Try bouncing her gently.”
I did as instructed and asked, “Like this?”
Lily quieted and I said, “Thanks, you seem to know what you’re doing.”
“I had four of my own, so I guess I know a thing or two. You have a beautiful family,” she added as she continued walking, not giving me time to correct her and I realized I didn’t want to correct her because I liked the feel of being told I had a family and it was beautiful.”
Chansey and Lorelei returned from the bathroom and Lily was calm and back to sleep. “I guess I owe you an apology, I underestimated your abilities.”
“Yeah! How you like that?”
“I like it just fine,” she replied and I decided to end that conversation before I provoked thoughts, better left alone, in her mind.
“We should go back to the house, so Lorelei can have lunch before her parents come for her.” She started gathering our things and said, “You can put Lily back in the stroller.”
I didn’t want to relinquish holding her because I knew I would never get to do this again, so I said, “I’ll carry her, she’ll probably just start crying if I put her back in that thing.”
“Sure, if you say so,” she replied.
We walked back to the house with a happy Lily in my arms and Chansey prepared lunch for Lorelei. Their parents arrived promptly at one and I was disappointed to see them go. Chansey must have noticed because she said, “Don’t worry, it’s not like they’re never coming back.”
“I’m not worried,” I assured her.
“Well, you look like you just lost your best friend.”
“I do not.”
“Well, you can tell yourself that, if you want, but you don’t have me fooled,” she accused and I wondered how much longer it would take for her to figure out everything, if I stayed. The risk grew greater by the hour and I reminded myself of the need to leave.
I changed the subject by asking, “Guess I’m driving Miss Chansey tonight?”
“I am working tonight, so I guess that means you’re driving me if you’re still up for it.”
“It’s my job, so I’ll be ready.”
I drove Chansey to work, then picked her up, and she sensed something was wrong, but I lied when she questioned me. Her face told me she was mindful of my deception, but I coerced my facial muscles to form a smile when I asked her to spend the next day with me. She delightfully accepted, unknowing it would be our last day together.
I told her to decide how we would spend the day. She had no idea that our time together was at an end and I would spend tomorrow memorizing her face, her voice, her laugh, every hair on her head. I shoved the pain inside a drawer in my head, and tucked it away nicely until I could be alone in my room.
Chapter 18
Chansey showed up at my door around ten. She decided we would try fishing on the pier and I didn’t care what we did because I was too preoccupied with how to tell her good-bye. We got the things we needed from Grady’s storage shed and walked to the pier. She chose our spot on the pier and I handed her a rod while she passed the tub of bait to m
e and I jokingly asked, “Can you bait your own hook, or do I need to do that for you?”
“You bait your hook and I’ll bait mine, then we’ll see who catches the most fish,” she challenged.
“So, is this is a competition?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she answered, wearing her mischievous grin.
“What’s the wager?” I asked.
“Loser cleans the fish for tonight’s supper, then does the cooking,” she said, with a raised eyebrow, completely expecting to win. What she didn’t expect was for me to accept the challenge and that’s why I had to do it.
We threw out our lines and began the waiting game. Fishing left a great deal of time for talking and she led with, “I want to know more about you. You haven’t told me anything and we do live in the same house. Don’t you think I should know more about you?”
“What would you like to know?” returning her question with a question.
“How about something you don’t want me to know?” she asked with a smile and a giggle.
“Well, that list could go on and on,” I laughed, but was saddened by the truth of my statement.
“Anything, start simple and build up to what you don’t want me to know,” she stated.
“Okay, I was born here, in Pascagoula. Simple enough?” I joked.