In With the New Baby by Jamie Knight

Author:Jamie Knight [Knight, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Amanda

Lincoln hasn’t shown up for his physical therapy session. I went back to the examination room a number of times, checked with the receptionist, and she said he hadn’t checked in. She gave me a funny look, and I worry that the office knows I’ve been mixing business with pleasure.

Fuck it, I say. We’re two grown adults, and if Lincoln wants to fuck me in the park, or the parking lot of the office, or fuck me in the middle of downtown, I don’t give a shit.

I’m tired of living my life adhering to the silent demands of a still, latently sexist culture that can’t get over itself.

You know, I’d never been the rebellious type. I remember my bedroom as a little girl, always pink and white with Barbie dolls and tea sets.

I think back now and have to laugh.

What kind of a fucking life is that to condition your child into?

It’s a wonder I’ve made it this far. It’s a wonder sometimes I can cross the street without getting hit by a car.

I feel like a loser. I feel like a loser because Lincoln fucked me and now it’s over.

I head back to my office to check my phone and my email.

Nothing.

I want to cry but then pull back.

No, I say to myself, you are not going to do this to yourself.

I think of asking Diane, that nosy bitch of a receptionist again, but then think better of myself.

I check my schedule and it’s clear for the rest of the day. I look at the clock on the wall and see that it’s 4:00 PM.

Since it’s a Friday, I think I’ll check out.

As I leave, I see Anne.

“Hi Amanda,” she says, always beaming and smiling.

If she was a man, I would have married him.

“Hi,” I say.

She touches my elbow.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” she asks.

I kind of fidget and squirm like a little girl and say nothing.

Anne laughs and crosses her arms over her chest. It’s as if she can already guess what’s wrong, so I don’t need to tell her.

“Lincoln, right?” she asks.

I say nothing and sway from side to side.

Suddenly I feel like that foolish little girl with her name, or nickname, anyway – M-A-N-D-Y – in wooden letters on the wall, so I would constantly be reminded who I was as a nobody.

I’ve regressed from strong Amanda to that little pink and white horror.

My emotions are raw.

“I need to go home,” I say.

“Not to worry, love,” Anne says and hugs me.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll call Damien and see what’s going on.”

At the sound of Damien’s name, I brighten.

“Would you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Oh, you’re the best!” I say and kiss her on the cheek.

I go out to the car and think what I need to get grocery shopping. I’m going to fix a nice meal for myself and Margie, if she ever comes home.

I need to relax and not worry so much.

I do worry I’ll never see Lincoln again.

He can be so fragile, but, then again, so can I.

And so can all of us.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.