Chapter 22 #2
He did shower in their bathroom, found the clothes he’d discarded last night and dressed.
He had to face them some time. When he emerged from the bedroom, he found the two women in the kitchen, Krissa pouring coffee for them both.
She must have returned to the bedroom while he showered, because she was dressed in a pair of jeans that ended just above the ankle and a floaty green top that matched her eyes.
Her long dark hair curled around her shoulders, shiny as usual, just brushed.
Her eyes met his and they shared a faint smile.
“Coffee?” She held up a mug.
“Thanks.”
“Mom and I are going shopping and then out for lunch. I completely forgot.”
He nodded. “That’s nice.”
Another awkward silence. “Well we should go then.” And she and her mother left.
A week later, Krissa woke up to an ache in her low back. She’d become so attuned to every nuance of her body’s reproductive cycle, she knew immediately what that meant. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Derek had left for work and Nate slept beside her.
She pressed a hand to her abdomen. Was she feeling the first twinges of cramps? Maybe she was imagining it?
She climbed carefully out of bed so as not to disturb Nate, and went into the bathroom. She stared at the evidence that she was not pregnant. Again. With an aching throat and stinging eyes, she pulled the package of tampons out of the cupboard.
She showered quickly, left her wet hair hanging around her shoulders, returned to the dim bedroom to find some clothes. When she was dressed in a pair of knee-length shorts and a long-sleeved T, she went to the kitchen to make coffee.
She stared sightlessly out the kitchen window as the coffee brewed. Her chest ached and she pressed a hand between her breasts. How could this be? It had been perfect timing, and they’d done it so many times. She’d been positive that this time she was going to be pregnant.
She poured coffee into a stainless steel travel mug, popped the lid on it, and went outside. Feeling heavy and tired, her tummy now definitely cramping, she descended to the beach and walked along the shore.
The ocean air teased her hair, cooled the tears running down her cheeks. Seagulls squawked their human-sounding cry, like a crying baby, swooping through the clear blue sky, wings stretched out, pure white illuminated by the sun against brilliant blue.
She found her rock, her favorite place to sit and think.
She sat cross-legged, mug cupped in two hands, sipped the steaming brew, and let the tears come.
Every rolling breaker brought more misery, more sobs, until she ran out of tears and felt exhausted.
She swiped at her nose with a tissue she found in her shorts pocket, let the tears dry on her face, as salty and stiff as sea water.
Eventually the rhythmic rolling of waves onto shore calmed her and lulled her back to steadiness.
She turned her head and spotted someone else walking on the beach toward her.
He was still far away, but she easily recognized Nate from the way he moved, his long athletic strides.
There wasn’t going to be any way to hide her misery, as her nose must be scarlet and she could feel her eyes were puffy.
She blew out a long breath, stared back out at the vast expanse of blue ocean and waited ’til he got there.
“Hey.” He stepped over and around the rocks strewn around her and stood before her. “You’re sitting on my rock.”
She lifted her face to him and pasted on a smile. “Your rock? This is my rock.”
He immediately frowned as he took in her face. “What’s wrong?” He dropped to a squat before her, his eyes intent and questioning.
She sighed. “I got my period.”
He blinked. “Oh.” Then, “Well, shit.”
“Yeah.” Afraid tears were going to start again, she blinked rapidly. “This is where I always come when I need to think about stuff.”
“Ah. I’m sorry, Krissa.”
She nodded, shifted over. “There’s probably room for you, too.”
“Do you want to be alone?”
“No, it’s okay.” He sat beside her, his big body pressed to her side as they shared the rock, gazing out to sea.
“It’s so huge. It’s like it goes on forever—boundless.”
“Mmm. Infinity.”
He slid his arm around her waist and she snuggled closer into him. The warmth and strength of his embrace comforted her like nothing else. “I feel responsible.”
She tipped her head to look up at him. “For what?”
“For not getting you pregnant.” He rubbed his face.
“Don’t.” She laid a hand on his chest. “We’ve been through this so many times. Sometimes there are no reasons for why it doesn’t happen.”
“Yeah.”
“Sometimes I think if conception is so difficult, it truly is a miracle every time a life is created.”
“People take it for granted.”
“Oh, yeah! Do they ever.” She shrugged. “This time, I think it hurt even more because I was so sure…every other time, at least for the last year, I was getting to the point where I almost would have been more surprised if I was pregnant. The hope was definitely wearing out. But this time…” She couldn’t help the little sniffle. “I was positive it was going to work.”
“Maybe there’s something wrong with me, too.”
She huffed out a little laugh. “I guess since you’ve never tried to get someone pregnant before, you wouldn’t know, but it’s not likely.”
He shifted beside her and his body tensed. He said nothing.
“Really, Nate, don’t worry. We’ll just try again next month.”
He again remained silent, staring out at the ocean.
“What?”
“I don’t know how long I’ll stay here.” His voice was so low she almost couldn’t hear him.
“But…” She wanted to insist he stay, but then remembered he was only there to recuperate from his own illness. She couldn’t make him stay for her own selfish reasons. She fought to breath air into her constricted lungs.
“I can stay another few weeks. My eyes don’t seem to be getting better, but I can’t mooch off you guys forever. At some point I’ll have to make some decisions…what to do with my life.”
“Oh, Nate.” Her heart squeezed and she turned into him. His other arm came around her and the coffee mug thunked to the sand. She pressed her face against his chest, loving the feel of him, the smell of him. “Your eyes will still get better, I know it.”
But if they did, he would leave.