“Well, I’m glad you’re willing to wait for…”
“I never said for how long,” I said. “I can’t be sure.” I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to have a baby already. Tara’s biorhythmic clock was ticking. How much longer was I supposed to wait?
“Oh, come on. You can’t live without me,” Tara said. “I mean, without me, who are you?”
I’d been with Tara so long I didn’t know who I was with or without her. What I did know: I was tired of being the odd man out. I was tired of playing for something or someone that was supposedly already mine. I was tired of the goddamn mood swings. You’d think the woman was pregnant.
Tara gave me several quick pecks on my neck. “You still jealous, aren’t you?”
“How could I not be?” I said. “You got a promotion, and I didn’t.”
“It’s not what you think,” Tara said, zipping her Hurley jacket to her chin.
“Everything is going so well for you.” I narrowed my eyes as if they were flames of fire. “What is it then?”
“Okay.” Tara held her hands in front of her body. “It is what you think, but…”
“But nothing. It’s over,” I said. “And don’t even think about calling me again.”
Tara lunged for my phone and raised it in her clenched fist above her head.
“You wouldn’t!”I said.
Tara swung her arm in a chopping motion. My phone hit the ground like a Budweiser cracking into thousands of shards of glass.
“No phone. No texts from your nosey friends. It’s just you and me, kid.”
“Kid?”
“I have a confession,” Tara said.
“What?”
“It’s my way of saying I’m pregnant,” Tara said. “Don’t act like you didn’t know.”