'I don't know. My mom says so. But I think she has Greg's nose and feet.'
'I can't wait to see her.'
'When are you coming home?'
'Soon. I promise.'
For a moment I think that Darcy actually refrained from dragging Annalise into our scandal. But then she says, 'Rachel, you and Darcy have to make up. She called me last night. I was going to call you but my water broke right afterward.'
Leave it to Darcy to induce labor.
'Whatever happened-it can be fixed, right?' she asks.
I want to ask her what she knows, what Darcy reported. But obviously I am not going to pull a Darcy. This is not the time to delve into our soap opera. 'Right,' I say. 'Don't worry about that… This is much more important. You have a baby!'
'I have a baby!'
'You're somebody's mother!'
'I know. It feels so nice.'
'Did you tell Darcy yet?'
'Not yet. I'm calling her now…'
I think to myself that if Darcy discovers that Annalise called me first, she'd be even more enraged. 'Yeah, I know you have a lot of calls to make. Tell Greg I said congratulations. And your parents… I'm so happy for you.'
'Thank you, Rachel.'
'I love you, Annalise.' I feel the tears welling up.
'I love you too.'
I hang up, overcome with emotion that I don't fully understand. I knew the baby would be here sooner or later. Yet I am still blown away by the reality of what has just happened. Annalise is a mother. She has a daughter. It is a moment that she, Darcy, and I talked about as little girls. Now Darcy is having a baby too, and I won't even get a phone call from her when it happens. I will hear about it secondhand. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Annalise's baby makes the rift all the more tragic. Never has good news seemed so bittersweet.
'Annalise had her baby?' Dex asks, as I get back into bed.
'Yes. A girl… Hannah Jane,' I say, and then proceed to burst into tears. It is my first hard cry in front of Dex. The kind where your face gets all puffy and ugly and wet, and you can't breathe through your nose, and you feel the pressure building in your head. I know that I am going to have a migraine in the morning if I don't stop. But I can't. I turn away from Dex and sob. Dex keeps his arms tightly wrapped around me and makes consoling sounds, but he doesn't ask me why, exactly, I am crying. Maybe because he understands. Maybe because he knows that it's not the time for questions. Whatever his reason, I have never loved him more. I let him kiss me. I kiss him back. We make love for the first time post-Darcy.
Chapter 24
The following day Darcy finally contacts Dex. He calls me straightaway with the update.
My heart jumps. I haven't let go of the fear that Darcy will somehow get Dex back, undo her pregnancy, change her mind, rewrite history. 'Tell me everything,' I say.
Dex summarizes their conversation, or rather, Darcy's demands: he is to get the remainder of his stuff out in seven days-during business hours-or it will be put out with the trash. He must leave the keys. The furniture will stay, except for the table that he 'bullied' her into buying, the dresser he 'brought into the joke of a union,' and the 'ugly lamps' from Dexter's mother. He must pay her parents back for her gown and the nonrefundable wedding deposits, which include just about everything, in excess of fifty thousand dollars. She will handle return of the wedding gifts. She is keeping the diamond ring he replaced only days before their breakup.
I wait for him to finish, and then say, 'Pretty skewed terms, don't you think?'
'You could say that.'
'You guys should split the wedding costs,' I say. 'She's pregnant with someone else's child!'
'Tell me about it.'
'And technically, the ring is yours,' I say. 'Under New York law. You weren't married. She only gets the ring if you're married.'
'I don't care,' he says. 'It's not worth fighting about.'
'And what about the apartment? It was your apartment first.'
'I know… but I don't even want it now. Or the furniture,' he says.
I am glad that he feels this way. I can't imagine ever visiting him in Darcy's old apartment.
'Where do you think you'll move?'
'I'm just going to live with you.'
'Really?'
'It was a joke, Rach… We'll hold off on that for a little while.'
I laugh. 'Oh… yeah. Right.'
I am a little disappointed, but mostly relieved. I feel as if I could live with Dex immediately, but I want it to work, to be right, and I see no reason to rush things.
'I called a few places this morning… I found a one-bedroom on East End. I might just hit the bid.'
Hit the bid. Just as you did with me.
'How is Darcy going to pay the rent alone?' I ask, more curious than concerned, although there is a part of me that is worried about her well-being, how she will manage, what will happen to her and her baby. I can't turn off the caring-about-Darcy switch after a lifetime of looking out for her.
'Maybe Marcus is moving in with her,' Dex says.
'Do you think?'
'They are having a baby together.'
'I guess so. But do you really think they're going to get married?' I ask.
'I have no idea. I don't care,' he says.
'You haven't heard from Marcus, have you?'
'Nope… Have you?'
'No.'
'I don't think we will.'
'Are you going to call him?'
'Maybe someday. Not now.'
'Hmm,' I say, thinking that maybe I will someday call Darcy too. Although I can't imagine it happening for a very long time. 'So was that it? Did she mention me?'
'No. I was shocked. Tremendous restraint for her. She must be getting some big-time coaching.'
'No kidding. Restraint is not Darcy's style.'
'But enough about her,' Dex says. 'Let's forget about her for a while.'
'I will if you will,' I say.
'So what do you want to do tonight?' Dex asks. 'I think I'll be able to get out of here at a decent hour. What's your schedule?'
It is five now, and I have at least four hours of work remaining, but I tell him that I can leave whenever.
'Should we meet at eight?'
'Sure. Where?'
'Let's make dinner together at your place. We've never done that.'
'Okay, but… I can't cook,' I confess.
'Yeah you can.'
'No, I really can't. Truly.'
'Cooking is easy,' he says. 'You just sort of figure it out as you go along.'
