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“He’s right, Jenna,” Wren said, “he lies now—a lot.” They both giggled and Yonkers sighed.
“Great, now I’m the butt of the jokes between the two of you, I can see that this new relationship isn’t going to end well for me,” he said.
“It can, if you play your cards right,” Wren said, smiling up at him and giving him a cheeky wink. He seemed not to find her the least bit funny until she and his mother burst into fits of laughter again.
“It’s good to see you laughing again, Ma,” he said, bending to kiss her cheek.
“It feels good to be laughing again. Wren coming here and bringing such good news has given me a reason to laugh again and hope for the future,” Jenna said. Wren knew that Yonkers was worried about his mother, and with good reason. She was worried about Jenna too. Since meeting her, she had become quite attached to her and she was hoping that her daughter would have the chance to get to know her grandmother. Wren never knew her grandmothers. She barely knew her mother before she passed away. She wondered if she’d be a good mother, having no real role model to follow. Jenna was quickly becoming that for her—a positive role model that she knew she could count on.
“I’d love to skip my treatment and just go shopping for my granddaughter,” Jenna said.
“But you need to go to your treatment,” Yonkers insisted. “We’ll be happy to wait for you to finish and then, we’ll go for something to eat. If you eat your lunch, then, we’ll go shopping for the baby.”
Jenna sighed and crossed her arms over her body as Yonkers held the hospital door for her. “You really aren’t playing fairly, Christopher.”
“I never promised to play fair, Ma,” he insisted. “But you need to go to your treatment, and you need to eat. If I have to bully you into doing both, I have no problem with that.”
“A bully and a liar,” Jenna grumbled, “what kind of man have I raised?”
“A good one,” Wren said, wrapping her arm around his waist. “I can’t go in with you during your treatment, since I’m pregnant. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
“Okay,” Jenna said, “I’ll try not to be too long as if I have a say on the subject.”
“You don’t,” Yonkers insisted, ushering his mother into the hospital. “I’ll check in on you about halfway through her treatment,” he promised Wren. She nodded and waved them off as she found a seat and lowered herself into it. It was getting harder and harder to stand and sit these days, but Wren wouldn’t trade being pregnant for anything—especially since she had found Yonkers again.
Yonkers had kept his promise and checked on her halfway through his mom’s treatment, but he wasn’t expecting to find her the way that he had. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking her over. He sat down in the chair next to her and grabbed her hand into his own.
Wren doubled over with abdominal pains again and moaned. “I keep getting these pains in my stomach. I think I’m hungry.”
“Those aren’t hunger pains, honey,” Yonkers said.
“Then what are they?” she asked.
“I think it’s the baby,” he said.
“It can’t be the baby, I’m just six months pregnant now, it’s too early,” she insisted.
“I get that, but our daughter might be trying to make an early appearance,” he countered.
“I don’t even have a doctor here in New York,” she groaned.
“Well, we’re going to find you one because we need to figure out what’s going on with that kid of ours,” Yonkers said. “Stay put and I’ll get you a wheelchair.” She wanted to protest, but Wren knew that Yonkers was correct, she needed to see the doctor.
Yonkers rolled her into a room in the ER, following the ever-so-helpful nurse who kept smiling at him and swaying her hips just a bit too much. “I’ll get word up to your mother about what’s happening,” the nurse offered.
“Hold off on that until we know what’s going on. You can tell my mom when her treatment is over. Otherwise, she’ll skip the rest of it and end up down here with us,” Yonkers said.
“Okay, if that’s what you want,” the nurse agreed. “The doctor will be in shortly,” she said to Wren, eyeing Yonkers on her way out of the small hospital room. She pulled the patrician that was meant to give privacy, but really gave none, and was gone.
“Well, it looks like you have a fan,” Wren hissed. She was still having pains and worried that something was wrong with the baby. Taking it out on Yonkers seemed like her best option, even though that might be completely unfair of her.
Her cell phone rang, and she pulled it from her bag. “Shit,” she grumbled, “it’s my brother.”
“You can’t keep avoiding Blade,” Yonkers insisted. “You should tell him about the baby.”
“Trixie was going to handle that for me,” she grumbled. “I’m sure that he’s just calling me to tell me how irresponsible I am to have gone and gotten myself pregnant.”
“You are not irresponsible, nor did you get yourself pregnant on your own. I’m just as responsible for this baby as you are. Just talk to your brother,” he insisted, thrusting her phone back into her face. “Talk,” he said.
