Garrett
Present
Villanova, Pennsylvania
Age 26
I WAKE UP FULLY CLOTHED. Watching Sam sleep with my son on her chest last night was oddly soothing. I’ve never witnessed tenderness like that before. My mother was always loving and giving with me. But Sam has something more. A gift.
When I watched her with Kai as he screamed and wailed, she never looked stressed or tense. I was balling my fists, hiding in the corner of the room, wincing from the pain from Kai’s agonizing cries. But Sam was an expert. She cradled him like he was her own. He fit against her chest like he belonged there and it was the safest place he could be.
A picture of Sadie fills my brain as anger fills my chest. How could she do this to herself? To her unborn child? I’ve never seen anyone experience pain like this little boy is going through. And I’m helpless, unable to do anything. I’m afraid of hurting him more than he’s already hurting. I imagine the calluses on my fingertips caused by my guitar strings like daggers cutting through his skin, eliciting shrill cries.
A phone rings from my nightstand, and I answer it without looking. It’s probably my mother checking in to be sure I arrived home safely. I’ve been spending a lot of time at my parents’ home in North Carolina, mostly feeling sorry for myself and avoiding the responsibility that’s right down the hall.
“Hello,” I say groggily.
“Hello?” An unfamiliar male voice is on the other end. I hold the phone away from my face so I can see the Caller ID and realize I’m not holding my phone. It’s in a pink case. Nope, not my phone.
“Who is this?” I ask, realizing I must have swiped Sam’s phone by mistake when I left the nursery last night.
“Is this Samantha Weston’s number?” he asks hesitantly.
“Yes, who’s this?” I raise my voice and it surprises me.
“Tell her that Richard Jones called. I wanted to confirm our date for Friday night.”
“Yeah, I’ll tell her, Dick.”
“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”
“Your name, it’s Dick, right? Richard, Rich, Dick?”
“Just tell her I called.” He hangs up, clearly flustered.
I hang up and instinctively erase any evidence of the call from the history. I don’t want her to see evidence of a missed phone call or anything from that guy. What’s wrong with me? I know I have absolutely no right doing this, and I don’t know why I even did. I have no control over Sam. But the sound of that dude’s voice annoyed me. I wonder if he’s her boyfriend. I hope not. Again, I have no right knowing.
I’m an ass.
I roll over and feel my own phone in my front pocket. I pull it out and see that I’ve missed three calls from my mother.
I hit her on speed dial and press the phone against my ear. “Garrett, I’ve been so worried,” she says instead of saying “Hello.”
“Hi to you too, Mom. I’m fine.”
“We had such terrible thunderstorms that I thought your flight would be delayed.”
“Nope, I made it out just in time. It was a quick, uneventful flight.”
“Please don’t come home again,” she says sternly.
“What?” I ask as my heart leaps out of my chest. Why would she say that?
“Oh, I don’t mean it like that. It’s just, like I told you the other night, you need to focus on your son. You need to bond with him. He needs you.”
When I was home, she lectured me the best way she knew how and tried to get me to see what a gift I’ve been given. I admitted that I’ve been avoiding this situation, and I do need to take responsibility, but I’m scared shitless.
“Do as you’re told, Garrett.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Yes, Mother.”
“Call me on Sunday and let me know how your week has gone. Your father and I would like to come up to meet our grandson at the end of the month. Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I say. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when they arrive. I wonder if Kai will be better.
“Goodbye, sweetheart,” she says and hangs up.
I HAD A MEETING WITH THE BAND today and our management team to discuss plans for the upcoming album. We’re all dragging our feet in creating it, and the label is starting to put the pressure on. But we’re all so preoccupied, most of us can’t find the time. Dax has been aloof and is uncharacteristically avoiding us as much as possible. Tristan’s moving into a new house that he built about twenty minutes from here and has been too busy designing his “man cave.” Alex still writes for us, but he’s only sent lyrics to two songs and we need at least twelve. I can’t blame him; he and Tabby built a house in the same neighborhood as Tristan, and they’ve got two kids. The only one who’s doing anything is Heath. He says he’s written lyrics to a couple of songs and is anxious to get tracks laid for them.
So basically, getting us all in the same room to nail down a solid schedule is like herding cats.
I arrive home shortly after eight and the house is dark. Sam must be asleep with Kai already. I notice Peggy’s car is still here and wonder if everything is okay. She’s almost always gone by dinner time.
I follow a dim light through the kitchen and into the den. Peggy is reclined in the leather chair, holding Kai against her chest. Thankfully, her shirt is securely on. I couldn’t imagine walking in on her with a bare chest practicing the Kangaroo Method.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Hi, Garrett. Yes, everything’s fine. Sam needed a break, so I’m taking over for a few hours.”
I’m suddenly jealous, and I have no right to be. “Where is she?” I’m hoping she’s not with Dick.
“Out there.” She nods toward the backyard where the indoor pool is.
“By herself?” I ask nonchalantly as I walk to the window and see the glow from the pool.
“Of course,” she answers. “Who would she be out there with?” Good.
I casually peer out the window to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. “I don’t know, her boyfriend maybe?” Why did I say that?
Peggy laughs and shakes her head. “She doesn’t have a boyfriend, hasn’t for a long time.” She furrows her brow and looks pensive. “I think it’s about time she found one. She deserves a nice boy who will take good care of her. She has so much love to give. It’s such a shame she doesn’t open herself up to the possibilities.” She smiles and rubs Kai’s back. He stretches and sighs, sinking deeper into a restful slumber.
“How is he?” I ask.
“He’s had a good day today. One of his best days yet. He’s been able to eat four ounces of formula at a time, which is a miracle.”
“Four ounces doesn’t seem like a lot,” I say, worried that he’s not eating enough.
“Oh, it’s a lot for him. His sick little tummy can’t take too much food at once. It’s very painful for him. In addition to his other issues, he has GERD, which triggers acid reflux as well as other painful gastrointestinal disorders. Typically, he can only drink two to three ounces at a time. But today, he graduated to four without much fuss. So it’s definitely a good day.”
“Wow, I had no idea.” Every time I ask about his condition, I learn something new. It’s overwhelming and I can’t keep it all straight. There are so many things wrong with him, it pains me to think about it.
I look back out to the pool house and notice that the overhead lights are off, but the underwater lights are on. It looks peaceful and quiet out there, and I wonder what Sam is doing. Steam rises from the water, glowing from the dim lights in the pool.
A long, lean figure floats into view, and I see her. Her face is barely exposed to the air above, and her arms are floating weightlessly, stretched out to the side.
“Is she okay?” I ask Peggy, but I can’t take my eyes off of the beauty that’s emanating from my pool.
“She’s fine. It’s what she does to relax,” Peggy responds.
“Really?” I ask as I continue to watch her drift slowly through the water. She looks completely relaxed and I’m jealous.
“I secretly think it’s how she connects with her parents.”
“What?” I ask, her comment piquing my interest.
“Sam almost drowned in her pool when she was seven. Her dad saved her life. Soon after, he insisted that she get proper swim lessons and he hired an instructor. She learned how to stay calm which helped her conquer her fear of the water. She learned that floating on her back will get her out of any scary situation in the water. Now she floats for therapy and relaxation.”
My heart hurts for Sam, knowing that her parents were taken from her. Peggy gave me a brief history on Sam before she came to take care of Kai. I know her parents died when she was sixteen, and Peggy has raised her since.
“She’s a lucky girl to have you,” I say as I watch Sam get out of the pool. She’s wearing a black bikini that hugs her body perfectly. Her curly hair is piled on top of her head. She grabs a towel hanging from a hook and starts to dry herself. I turn from the window, feeling like a voyeur.
“I’m the lucky one, Garrett. She saved my life.”
“Oh?”
“Not literally, of course. But figuratively. When my brother was killed, I felt like I’d lost everything. He and I were so close and we only had each other. When he died, I had a renewed sense of life and purpose. I’d always helped other families. Now I was given a chance to help my own. It broke my heart to see Sam through the rest of her teenage years, but it also strengthened it knowing what I was doing for my brother and his wife.”
“You and Sam have a unique gift. Taking care of other people, the level that you both do, is astounding. Commendable.” They’re definitely both from the same gene pool, that’s for sure.
The back door slides open and Sam enters the kitchen, wrapped in a towel. She’s shivering. “I forgot dry clothes,” she stammers and looks stunned to see me. Her cheeks flush pink and she pulls the towel tighter around her thin frame.
I walk past her to the closet in the hallway and remove a plush white robe and hand it to her.
“Why do you have a woman’s robe in your closet?” she asks then quickly follows it up with, “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” She takes the robe, lets the towel drop and quickly pulls the robe on over her shaking shoulders. She does it so quickly I’m barely able to catch a glimpse of her body. But what I’m able to see is magnificent.
I’m glad she didn’t press me for an answer. Several other women have worn that exact robe. The hot tub is just down the stairs on the deck, and I keep it in the hall closet for emergency use only. Every time Peggy does my laundry, she can’t help herself but comment that these robes should be disposable. That explains why she’s giving me a nasty look now that I’ve given this robe to Sam to wear. I know she doesn’t approve of my extracurricular activities.
Sam walks over to Peggy and Kai. “How is he?” she asks.
Peggy gives her the same answer she gave me, and Sam squeals, quickly throwing her hands over her mouth. “He just ate four ounces?” she asks, and tears form in her eyes.
“Yes,” Peggy says proudly.
“And I missed it?” She sinks into the couch and sighs.
“He’ll be ready for another bottle when he wakes up in about an hour,” Peggy assures her.
I sit on the couch next to Sam and my knee brushes against hers. She quickly moves over, placing a throw pillow between us. I should have found something else for her to wear. One of my sweatshirts maybe. It feels wrong that she’s wearing a robe that other girls have worn. Girls who mean nothing to me. She doesn’t deserve to wear something that groupies have touched. I’m throwing them out tomorrow.
“Can I try feeding him when he wakes up?” I ask without even thinking.
Sam and Peggy both gasp and look at me. “Are you serious?” Sam asks, astounded.
Shit. Now what?
“I guess?” I reply timidly.
“Alright then. Let me go get changed.” She jumps off the couch and says to Peggy, “Can you bring Kai upstairs in a little while? Give me like fifteen minutes. I’ll fix him a bottle and bring it with me.”
Peggy nods her head and addresses me. “Are you ready?”
My body tenses up, and I realize I’ve made a huge mistake.
HIS SCREAMS ARE THE FIRST THING I hear when I reach the landing of the stairs. I don’t want to, but I continue walking toward his nursery. My heart pumps wildly in my chest and my hands are clammy. I can’t do this.
I can run right now. Down the stairs and out the door. Peggy left a few minutes ago, so there’s nobody to stop me. I can be at the airport in less than an hour and fly anywhere I want.
But my mother’s voice rings in my ears. He needs you.
I hesitantly walk toward the high-pitched cries and push the door open slowly. Sam is walking with Kai, holding him tight against her chest. She doesn’t notice me enter at first, and I quietly observe her. How can she stay so calm and focused while Kai is obviously in excruciating pain?
She sees me and gestures that I take a seat in the rocking chair. “I don’t know about this…” I say and begin to back up toward the door.
“He’ll be okay in a minute. I just changed his diaper and he’s a little overstimulated.”
I sit in the chair and it feels uncomfortable. It’s not as plush as I expected it to be, and I make a mental note to buy a new one. Sam sleeps in this chair, and it can’t be comfortable for her.
Her left hand moves in a smooth circular motion as she rubs Kai’s back. His crying has stopped, but she continues to walk slowly around the room. I’m tense waiting for her to bring him to me. I look down at my hands, wondering how I’m going to hold him.
She approaches me and smiles. “You okay?” she asks.
“No.”
“Put your arms out and place your right elbow on the armrest.” I do as she says and she bends down slowly, transferring Kai into my stiff arms. “Try to relax. He’s very sensitive and will react to your rigidness.” I can’t relax and only stiffen my arms more. I’m surprised by the weight of him as my arms sink a little. He feels heavier than he looks. Her hands are no longer on him, and she places them on my shoulders, pressing down gently but firmly. I look up at her, surprised.
“You need to relax. Drop your shoulders and the tension will leave your arms.” She slides her hands from me and sits on the ottoman that she’s pulled close to us.
Kai squirms a little, and I look down at him, making eye contact for the very first time. His eyes are wide open and he’s looking right at me. My heart stops when I see the innocence and light in his eyes. He’s depending on me, and I’m his lifeline right now. I’m overcome with… I don’t know what. This isn’t a moment I ever envisioned happening. I’m holding a child. My son. This is so surreal, and I’m afraid I’m doing everything wrong. Sam places a hand on Kai’s head, stroking gently. “He sees you,” she says softly.
I can’t take my eyes off of him. He looks so content. Relaxed. I focus on taking deep, even breaths. I don’t want to jostle him, causing him to cry or become uncomfortable. Sam’s presence is soothing and I begin to relax. How does she have this power over Kai? Over me?
“Hey, buddy,” I say quietly. He blinks and purses his lips, like he’s about to blow a tiny little bubble.
“He’s hungry,” Sam says, and she places a warm bottle into my hand.
I look up at Sam and her eyes soften. “Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it.”
She places her soft hand over mine and helps guide the bottle toward Kai’s mouth. The tip touches his lips, and he opens his mouth so he can eat. His eyes close immediately and he begins sucking on the bottle like his life depends on it.
“See how easy it is?” Sam asks and removes her hand from mine. She looks down at Kai affectionately.
“Now what?” I ask, and my nerves start to take hold of me again. “Am I feeding him too much? Has he eaten four ounces yet?”
“Not yet. He can’t eat that quickly. He’s probably only taken an ounce. Let’s give him another minute or two and then you’ll need to burp him. You’ll do that a couple of times before he finishes that bottle.”
Burp him? Shit.
“I don’t think I can do that.”
She walks over to one of the dressers and takes out what looks like a small white towel. She places it on my shoulder and settles her hand over mine again, helping me pull the bottle out of Kai’s mouth. He immediately starts to whimper, and my body stiffens along with his.
She helps guide my hands and Kai so he’s positioned against my upper chest and his head on my shoulder. His whimpering starts to turn to weak cries. Sam rubs his back, patting softly. “Do what I’m doing,” she instructs.
I replace her hand with mine and pat his back lightly. “You can do it a little harder. You won’t hurt him. Just alternate patting and rubbing.”
I continue the pattern and feel Kai stiffen under my hand. Suddenly, the loudest burp comes from his tiny mouth. I feel the vibration from the belch against my chest, and I let out a sigh of relief. It smells like sour milk and I look up at Sam. “Is that normal?” I ask.
She giggles a little and shrugs her shoulders. “The burp or the smell?”
“Both,” I say nervously.
“Yes, although that one was a little loud, even for him. You’ll get used to the smell.”
I scrunch my nose and breathe through my mouth so I don’t gag.
“Now what?” I ask. Kai begins to whimper again.
“Move him back to your arms so you can feed him some more.”
I follow her directions, and he’s positioned and ready to take more from the bottle. Sam hands it to me, and I place it back in his mouth. We repeat the same pattern three more times until he’s finished the whole thing.
After his last burp, he becomes limp and settles comfortably against my chest. Sam brings over a crescent moon-shaped pillow. She places it under my arms gently, giving me extra support. I relax a bit more and take a deep breath.
“He’s really taken to you. I can’t believe how smoothly that went,” Sam says, clearly surprised.
“I’m shocked,” I say.
She sits on the bed across from me and folds her legs in front of her like a pretzel. “He looks like you,” she says and smiles.
“Yeah?”
“You have the same exact eyes. Right down to the incredible lashes.” She blushes, like she regrets telling me she’s noticed my eyes.
“I don’t see it,” I say, pretending her comment didn’t faze me.
“Should I lay him back down?” I ask.
“No, keep him like that for at least twenty minutes. Since he has GERD, he should remain upright so the acid reflux doesn’t make him uncomfortable.”
“Okay.”
My breathing becomes slow and regular, in perfect sync with Kai’s. He’s out cold, and I’m thankful for that. It was amazing looking into his eyes earlier, but I worry that when he’s awake, he’s more likely to feel that pain that is constantly moving throughout his body.
“You’re not going to leave me alone with him, are you?” I ask, terrified of her answer.
“Let’s not worry about that yet, okay? Let’s focus on getting you more comfortable just holding him. Like I said, everything else will come in time, and soon you’ll be a natural.”
I begin to rock slowly in the chair, and I’m amazed when I feel Kai relax even more. He brings his tiny hand to his mouth and begins sucking on one of his knuckles. “Is he still hungry?” I ask.
“No, that’s just something he does.” She smiles and watches him intently. “How do you feel?” she asks, her gaze traveling to me.
“Fucking terrified,” I say, and her eyes widen. I’m terrified that I’m going to do something wrong. Terrified that I’m going to hurt Kai. Terrified of being a bad father.
“It’s going to be okay,” she says, and I want to believe her.
I’m tense again, and Kai starts to stir. I feel his back arch against my hand and his entire body stiffens. “What’s happening?” I ask as I sit up straight.
Sam jumps from the bed and quickly swipes him from my arms. “Shh, shh, shh,” she whispers in his ear. She rhythmically pats his bottom as she walks back and forth across the room. His cries subside and I’m thankful. I don’t think I could listen to those piercing high-pitched screams from earlier.
I stand up and move over to the bed. I try to relax, kicking off my shoes. Sam sits in the rocking chair and cradles him in her arms.
“You don’t have to stay,” she says. “He’s going to be asleep for a few hours. Lesson number one of baby boot camp: always sleep when your baby sleeps.”
I pull the pillow from behind me and lie down on my side like I did last night. “I’ll listen to that advice and you should too.”
Her eyes look heavy, and I know she wants me to leave so she can sleep.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
I’m surprised and wonder why on earth she would be thanking me. “Why?”
“For trying. And for giving your son a chance to find his way into your heart.” She closes her eyes and adjusts the blanket over her and Kai.
I watch them intently. She looks beautiful holding my son in her arms and so peaceful as she drifts off to sleep.
She likes my eyelashes.
Kai isn’t the only one grabbing a piece of my heart.