Falling Into Grace (28 page)
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Authors: Michelle Stimpson
EPILOGUE
C
amille, Alexis, Tonya, and Kyra stood in that order behind their separate microphones, with chins bobbing and headsets clamped to their ears. Camille took the lead in one of their lesser known hits, “Keep Moving Ahead.” Once again, Courtney had worked his magic and convinced the executives to work around their beliefs. Kyra didn't care one way or another, but Camille hoped one day she would. She remembered what Mercedes had said. If Kyra hung around them long enough, she'd come into the light, too.
amille, Alexis, Tonya, and Kyra stood in that order behind their separate microphones, with chins bobbing and headsets clamped to their ears. Camille took the lead in one of their lesser known hits, “Keep Moving Ahead.” Once again, Courtney had worked his magic and convinced the executives to work around their beliefs. Kyra didn't care one way or another, but Camille hoped one day she would. She remembered what Mercedes had said. If Kyra hung around them long enough, she'd come into the light, too.
This was their last song to record. They might not see each other again until next summer's tour. Kyra vowed she'd lose thirty pounds before then.
“Don't sweat it, girl. You got kids,” Tonya assured her the night before as they sat in their hotel room doing a group Bible study.
“You can have kids without rolls of fat hangin' over your belt buckle. Got me looking like a can of exploded biscuits around my waist.”
They had all cracked up, giggling like teenagers again. Kyra always did have a way with words.
“I wish you could stay longer,” Alexis said to Camille again.
“Mmm-mmm. I gotta get back. I'm already landing at DFW late Friday as it is. It'll take me all day to recover from this jetlag so I can be ready to sing Sunday morning, get my mind right to go to work Monday and create a presentation for the mentees.” Between working with the girls at church and groups at the Medgar Evers center, Camille's time was stretched to capacity. But she loved every minute of it and prayed that the church would be in a position to renew the grant they'd obtained to pay her salary and reimburse her travel.
“Besides, my cat is going to be so crazy when I get back. Seriously, he's a spoiled brat with whiskers.”
“You got a cat?” Tonya grimaced.
“Yes! I have a cat! Why is that so hard for everyone to believe?”
Alexis snorted. “Because you are not the cat type.”
“Whatever. I am kind, I am patientâjust like these verses we were reading! I am love, people!”
“That's what this is all about,” Kyra smacked her lips. “You ain't gotta sing that bad. And cats take care of themselves. There's gotta be a man somewhere up in here.”
“Well”âCamille squirmedâ“yeah. I am seeing somebody. His name is Ronald; he's the minister of music at the church. And he's fiii-iii-iiine!”
Alexis grabbed a brush and kicked off Salt-N-Pepa's “Whatta Man.” The Sweet Treats's harmony was perfect. Camille added her own lyrics. None of them rhymed, of course, but they were true.
She had a mighty good man. And a mighty good God.
Discussion Questions
1.
Camille doesn't like talking to her father, Bobby Junior, because he always asks for money at some point during the conversation. How would you deal with this situation? Have you ever been in a relationship where you felt used? Have you ever come to a point where you realized you were actually using someone else?
Camille doesn't like talking to her father, Bobby Junior, because he always asks for money at some point during the conversation. How would you deal with this situation? Have you ever been in a relationship where you felt used? Have you ever come to a point where you realized you were actually using someone else?
2.
Camille grew up in church but didn't have a love for God or the people of God as a young adult. Why do you think this was so?
Camille grew up in church but didn't have a love for God or the people of God as a young adult. Why do you think this was so?
3.
Camille is obsessed with achieving the goal of getting back into the music industry. The world actually praises people who are determined to realize their dreams no matter what the cost. Do you agree with this philosophy? How can believers balance ambition with integrity? Should believers be adamant about reaching goals that aren't in line with God's plans for their lives, or is that passion to reach the goal a part of God's plan? Research Psalm 37:4, Proverbs 19:21, and Psalm 119 :35â37 for guidance. What other verses come to mind?
Camille is obsessed with achieving the goal of getting back into the music industry. The world actually praises people who are determined to realize their dreams no matter what the cost. Do you agree with this philosophy? How can believers balance ambition with integrity? Should believers be adamant about reaching goals that aren't in line with God's plans for their lives, or is that passion to reach the goal a part of God's plan? Research Psalm 37:4, Proverbs 19:21, and Psalm 119 :35â37 for guidance. What other verses come to mind?
4.
Camille asks God to jumpstart her career with a seductive song and also convince Ronald to go against his beliefs. She quotes an adage, “God works in mysterious ways” to support her prayer. What did you think about this prayer? Do you think God honors prayers like this one? Have you ever asked God for something that you weren't quite sure about?
Camille asks God to jumpstart her career with a seductive song and also convince Ronald to go against his beliefs. She quotes an adage, “God works in mysterious ways” to support her prayer. What did you think about this prayer? Do you think God honors prayers like this one? Have you ever asked God for something that you weren't quite sure about?
5.
Camille hasn't talked to her brother in years because of a hurtful decision she made. Have you ever had a falling-out with a family member or friend? Was it resolved? If so, how? If not, would you be willing to make the first move toward reconciliation?
Camille hasn't talked to her brother in years because of a hurtful decision she made. Have you ever had a falling-out with a family member or friend? Was it resolved? If so, how? If not, would you be willing to make the first move toward reconciliation?
6.
Lying is a major problem for Camille. Has lying ever been a problem for you? When was the last time you were tempted to stretch the truth (or omit information) for your own benefit? Did you give in to the temptation? If deception plagues you, consider how God feels about deception (Proverbs 12:22).
Lying is a major problem for Camille. Has lying ever been a problem for you? When was the last time you were tempted to stretch the truth (or omit information) for your own benefit? Did you give in to the temptation? If deception plagues you, consider how God feels about deception (Proverbs 12:22).
7.
Camille's boss, Sheryl, seems willing to help Camille so long as Camille is showing compassion toward animals. Do you know people who are supportive so long as you are doing something they, too, have an interest in? Do you support friends/family members who are involved in activities (sports, hobbies, etc.) that don't necessarily interest you?
Camille's boss, Sheryl, seems willing to help Camille so long as Camille is showing compassion toward animals. Do you know people who are supportive so long as you are doing something they, too, have an interest in? Do you support friends/family members who are involved in activities (sports, hobbies, etc.) that don't necessarily interest you?
8.
Ronald challenged Camille's belief that sheltering a child leads to rebellion, based on Proverbs 22:6. Do you agree or disagree with his idea? Do you think that godly parents should expose (or moderately expose) their children to evil? Consider Romans 16:17â19. Also, consider the argument Satan gave Eve in Genesis 3âthat she would know both good and evil, which would make her wise like a god.
Ronald challenged Camille's belief that sheltering a child leads to rebellion, based on Proverbs 22:6. Do you agree or disagree with his idea? Do you think that godly parents should expose (or moderately expose) their children to evil? Consider Romans 16:17â19. Also, consider the argument Satan gave Eve in Genesis 3âthat she would know both good and evil, which would make her wise like a god.
9.
Brittney had a hard time listening to her father's warnings about sex because she found out that her mother had been pregnant with her when her parents married. Do you think Ronald should have talked to her about this earlier? How much should parents tell their children about their own past sins?
Brittney had a hard time listening to her father's warnings about sex because she found out that her mother had been pregnant with her when her parents married. Do you think Ronald should have talked to her about this earlier? How much should parents tell their children about their own past sins?
10.
The young ladies of Mentors and Models like Camille because she's real with them. Do you think it's important for Christians to be transparent before others? How transparent is
too
transparent?
The young ladies of Mentors and Models like Camille because she's real with them. Do you think it's important for Christians to be transparent before others? How transparent is
too
transparent?
11.
Alexis and Tonya feel guilty about their continued royalties while Camille struggles financially. Should they have felt guilty? Have you ever felt guilty about your own success while others are struggling? If so, what did you do about it?
Alexis and Tonya feel guilty about their continued royalties while Camille struggles financially. Should they have felt guilty? Have you ever felt guilty about your own success while others are struggling? If so, what did you do about it?
12.
When Camille realized that she was dating a true Christian man, her own feelings about her relationship with God began to change. Have you ever met someone who made you a better person? Have you ever influenced someone else's life in such a way that they grew in the Lord?
When Camille realized that she was dating a true Christian man, her own feelings about her relationship with God began to change. Have you ever met someone who made you a better person? Have you ever influenced someone else's life in such a way that they grew in the Lord?
13.
Timber and Camille didn't ever really get along because Camille started off with a lie. How important is a first impression? Have you ever pushed the rewind button and started over with someone?
Timber and Camille didn't ever really get along because Camille started off with a lie. How important is a first impression? Have you ever pushed the rewind button and started over with someone?
14.
Ronald refuses to sing “On Top of Me” with Camille because he says he cannot lend his voice to a song he believes opposes God's standards. What do you think of Ronald's convictions? Do you think he's too strict in his interpretation of what God expects of Christians, or is he on point? What do you think of artists who cross over between ungodly and Christian messages?
Ronald refuses to sing “On Top of Me” with Camille because he says he cannot lend his voice to a song he believes opposes God's standards. What do you think of Ronald's convictions? Do you think he's too strict in his interpretation of what God expects of Christians, or is he on point? What do you think of artists who cross over between ungodly and Christian messages?
15.
When Stevie becomes defensive in the studio, Ronald refrains from judging and refers only to what he (Ronald) believes God is calling him to do. Do you think Ronald did the right thing by not judging Stevie, or should he have shared a few scriptures from the Bible in support of his beliefs? How do you share God's truth without condemning others?
When Stevie becomes defensive in the studio, Ronald refrains from judging and refers only to what he (Ronald) believes God is calling him to do. Do you think Ronald did the right thing by not judging Stevie, or should he have shared a few scriptures from the Bible in support of his beliefs? How do you share God's truth without condemning others?
16.
Is it possible to be
too
Christian? How do you balance your spiritual self with your natural self? Should Christians attempt to be “balanced” or be completely sold out to Christ? Does your belief line up with what Jesus said in Revelation 3:15â18?
Is it possible to be
too
Christian? How do you balance your spiritual self with your natural self? Should Christians attempt to be “balanced” or be completely sold out to Christ? Does your belief line up with what Jesus said in Revelation 3:15â18?
17.
Camille finally comes to the end of herself, gets tired of her crazy life, and decides to surrender to God. Have you ever felt the same way? What does full surrender to God look like on a daily basis?
Camille finally comes to the end of herself, gets tired of her crazy life, and decides to surrender to God. Have you ever felt the same way? What does full surrender to God look like on a daily basis?
18.
While sitting in the jail's interrogation room, Camille confesses Christ as savior, although she had already prayed the prayer of faith as a child for fear of going to hell and out of obedience to her mother. Do you think it was important for Camille to make the confession again? If so, why? Is there a difference between accepting Christ as savior and crowning Him Lord of your life?
While sitting in the jail's interrogation room, Camille confesses Christ as savior, although she had already prayed the prayer of faith as a child for fear of going to hell and out of obedience to her mother. Do you think it was important for Camille to make the confession again? If so, why? Is there a difference between accepting Christ as savior and crowning Him Lord of your life?
19.
Ronald says he let his feelings for Camille cloud his judgment. Have you ever let your feelings get in the way in a relationship?
Ronald says he let his feelings for Camille cloud his judgment. Have you ever let your feelings get in the way in a relationship?
20.
While Camille was busy trying to
make
things happen, God was working on a plan to
let
things happen. Have you ever had a similar experienceâwhere you had one plan in mind, but God had an even better one in progress? Explore Isaiah 55:8â9.
While Camille was busy trying to
make
things happen, God was working on a plan to
let
things happen. Have you ever had a similar experienceâwhere you had one plan in mind, but God had an even better one in progress? Explore Isaiah 55:8â9.
21.
Camille isn't too thrilled about living a “regular-people” life. Can you relate? Do you think her sentiment is indicative of today's younger generation?
Camille isn't too thrilled about living a “regular-people” life. Can you relate? Do you think her sentiment is indicative of today's younger generation?
22.
Camille is ashamed to go back to church, even after she knows God has forgiven her. Have you ever struggled to forgive yourself? How did you overcome that struggle?
Camille is ashamed to go back to church, even after she knows God has forgiven her. Have you ever struggled to forgive yourself? How did you overcome that struggle?
23.
The older ladies in the Mentors and Models group are trying to groom the teens on how to dress properly. Is this kind of teaching needed in the church today? How do you respond when people come to church dressed provocatively? Is it our place to judge and/or take action?
The older ladies in the Mentors and Models group are trying to groom the teens on how to dress properly. Is this kind of teaching needed in the church today? How do you respond when people come to church dressed provocatively? Is it our place to judge and/or take action?
24.
Mercedes says the best man is a man who loves God more than he loves his woman. What did you think of that statement?
Mercedes says the best man is a man who loves God more than he loves his woman. What did you think of that statement?
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CHAPTER 1
I
crossed my fingers in hopes of being named Top Quarterly Producer for my department. I mean, every single one of my clients had experienced Web site traffic and sales above the projected estimates, and I had even received two letters from pleased customers. “Tori's expertise made all the difference in our product launch,” one had commented. “We'll be using Net-Marketing Results for a long time to come!” Planning and implementing online advertising and marketing campaigns came with its own sense of fulfillment. After all, depending on who you asked, the Web pushes America's economy even more than a good old-fashioned mall.
crossed my fingers in hopes of being named Top Quarterly Producer for my department. I mean, every single one of my clients had experienced Web site traffic and sales above the projected estimates, and I had even received two letters from pleased customers. “Tori's expertise made all the difference in our product launch,” one had commented. “We'll be using Net-Marketing Results for a long time to come!” Planning and implementing online advertising and marketing campaigns came with its own sense of fulfillment. After all, depending on who you asked, the Web pushes America's economy even more than a good old-fashioned mall.
But even as we stood around the conference room waiting for the announcement, I felt queasy. What if they didn't name me? One look around the room sparked another dose of apprehension.
Lexa Fielder was recently hired, yet she'd already managed to land a pretty impressive list of new customers for the company, though it was rumored she did quite a bit of work on her back.
Brian Wallace was one of the older marketing representatives, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Every once in a while, he pulled off a last-minute record-breaking month for one of his clients and caught management's eyes.
There were only four eyes I wanted to catch, and all of them belonged to Preston Haverty. Okay, he really only had two eyes, but he did wear a set of insistently thick glasses that took on a life of their own at the center of his slight facial features. Every time I saw him, I felt like I was in a scene from
The Emperor's New Clothes.
Like, why won't somebody tell Preston those glasses are ridiculous, that we do have technology to free us from such spectacles? Probably the same reason no one talks to Donald Trump about that comb-over.
The Emperor's New Clothes.
Like, why won't somebody tell Preston those glasses are ridiculous, that we do have technology to free us from such spectacles? Probably the same reason no one talks to Donald Trump about that comb-over.
Anyway, Preston was good people, glasses and all. I appreciated his “hands off ” management style. He didn't really care where or how we worked, so long as we got the job done. I only hoped that I'd done a good enough job to add to my collection of blue and green plaques given to outstanding employees. Lexa and Brian aside, I appreciated being appreciated. And God knows I'd put in enough woman-hours to earn this recognition.
“And the top producer for this quarter is ...”âPreston announced as everyone in the room beat a drum roll on either the sixteen-foot table or some spot on the surrounding walls that wasn't covered with a motivational posterâ“Tori Henderson!”
My cheekbones rose so high I could barely see in front of me.
Is this what it's like to be Miss America?
Everybody applauding, confetti flying, the runners-up on the sideline clapping wildly to distract themselves from their jealousy and impending mental meltdowns following the show?
Is this what it's like to be Miss America?
Everybody applauding, confetti flying, the runners-up on the sideline clapping wildly to distract themselves from their jealousy and impending mental meltdowns following the show?
Okay, maybe it wasn't that serious, but I sure felt like a pageant queen. My fellow coworkers, probably twenty-five people or so, cheered me on as I walked toward the head of the table to receive my plaque. “Good job, Tori!” “You go, girl!” Their affirmations swelled inside me, feeding my self-esteem.
If only my mother could see me now.
Maybe then she'd forget about 1996.
If only my mother could see me now.
Maybe then she'd forget about 1996.
I shook Mr. Haverty's hand and posed for the obligatory picture. In that moment, I wished I'd worn a lighter colored suit. Black always made me look like a beanpole. Gave no testament to all my hours at the gym and the doughnuts I'd turned down to keep the red line on my scale below one hundred and twenty-five.
I wasn't going to pass on the sweets today, though. Jacquelyn, the lead secretary, retrieved a towering pink and white buttercream frosting cake from somewhere and brought it forward now to celebrate my achievement.
Preston offered, “Tori, you get the first piece.”
“Get some meat on those bones, girl,” from Clara, the Webmaster.
But the mention of meat and the sight of the cake suddenly made me nauseous. To appease the group, I took the first piece. Then Jacquelyn got busy cutting and distributing pieces as everyone stood around milking the moment before having to return to work.
I sat in one of the comfy leather chairs and took a bite of my celebratory sweetness. Almost instantly, my stomach disagreed with my actions. My hand flew to my abdomen, lightly stroking the panel of my suit. People were so busy devouring the cake they didn't notice me catching my breath.
Whew!
Whew!
I pushed the plate away from me, as though the pink mass possessed the power to jump onto my fork and into my mouth. This was clearly not the cake for me. I thought for a moment about how long it had been since I ate something so densely packed with sugar. Maybe this was like red meatâonce you stop consuming it, one backslidden bite tears you up inside.
No, that's not it.
I'd eaten a candy bar the previous week, before my monthly visitor arrived. Renegade cramps? I rubbed my palm against the aggravated area again. No. The pain was too high in my torso for female problems. This had to be some kind of bug. Whatever it was, it didn't like strawberry cake, so I quietly tossed my piece in the trash on the way back to my desk.
I'd eaten a candy bar the previous week, before my monthly visitor arrived. Renegade cramps? I rubbed my palm against the aggravated area again. No. The pain was too high in my torso for female problems. This had to be some kind of bug. Whatever it was, it didn't like strawberry cake, so I quietly tossed my piece in the trash on the way back to my desk.
An hour later, I felt like I could throw up so I sat perfectly still at my desk because ... well ... any movement of my torso sparked a pain in my side that might trigger this upchuck. I just didn't
feel
like I wanted to go through the process of throwing up. I would never tell anyone this, but I find vomiting an altogether traumatic experience. Such a nasty feeling in one's throat. And the aftertaste, and the gagging sounds. Not to mention getting a close-up look at the toilet seat. It's just not humanlike and should be avoided at all costs, in my opinion.
feel
like I wanted to go through the process of throwing up. I would never tell anyone this, but I find vomiting an altogether traumatic experience. Such a nasty feeling in one's throat. And the aftertaste, and the gagging sounds. Not to mention getting a close-up look at the toilet seat. It's just not humanlike and should be avoided at all costs, in my opinion.
Thank God I made it all the way to my apartment before I finally had to look at the inside of a porcelain throne, only this time I hadn't even eaten anything. Bile spewed out of me, splattering in the toilet water. The pain in my side shot up to 7 on a scale of 1 to 10.
Now that I'd done the unthinkable and temporarily lost all self-respect, perhaps my body would relent. I could only hope the worst of whatever this was had passed (albeit out of the wrong end).
I managed to thoroughly brush my teeth and gargle a great number of times, assuring myself it was safe to swallow my own spit again. The image staring back at me in the mirror was normally me after a good workoutâkinky twists dampened slightly at the base by my sweat, light brown face glowing in the accomplishment of burning hundreds of calories. Today, however, my sagging eyelids told the story of a woman who'd ... vomited. I tried smiling, elevating my cheekbones even higher. No use. Maybe my mother was right when she'd told me, “You're not that pretty, Tori, but you can keep yourself skinny and, when you turn fifteen, I'll let you wear makeup. Fourteen if you're
really
ugly by then.”
really
ugly by then.”
I closed my eyes and pressed fingers onto my temples, reminding myself that people told me all the time I was cute. One time, I went to this women's empowerment event my client was hosting, and I won a T-shirt that read
I'M BEAUTIFIL
with some Bible verse on it about being beautifully and wonderfully made. I wore that shirt to Walmart and a total stranger walked up to me and said, “I agree.” So why did the only voice ringing now belong to my ever-beautiful mother, the timeless Margie Carolyn James, who bragged of still being carded at age forty?
I'M BEAUTIFIL
with some Bible verse on it about being beautifully and wonderfully made. I wore that shirt to Walmart and a total stranger walked up to me and said, “I agree.” So why did the only voice ringing now belong to my ever-beautiful mother, the timeless Margie Carolyn James, who bragged of still being carded at age forty?
My side still ached enough for me to call off the evening's kickboxing class. Good thing Kevin was out of town working. He probably would have called me a wimp and dared me to run at least two miles with him. And I probably would have at least attempted to make Kevin eat his words, despite the pain now radiating through my stomach.
After downing a dose of Advil, I trudged to my bedroom, changed into a nightshirt and gently lay across the bed. I didn't have the energy to answer my landline when it rang. I could only listen for the message.
“Hey, I'm gonna lay over tonight. My flight comes in at seven, I leave out again tomorrow morning at eight. See ya.”
I was hoping that by the time he got home, I would have awakened from a refreshing nap, totally healed and ready to finish up some of the work I'd had to bring home with me in light of the unproductive afternoon I'd endured. Yet when Kevin returned, he found me hunched over the toilet seat again.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I'm doing? Uuuuck!” The wretching produced another plop of bile into the commode.
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect.”
“What's going on?”
“I'm pregnant,” I quipped, though the hint of mockery escaped my tone thanks to the reverberating bowl.
“Oh my God, Tori. You're kidding, right? You know how I feel about kids,” he yelled. “How could youâ”
“Stop freaking out. I'm joking.”
He balled up his fist and exhaled into the hole. “Don't give me a heart attack.”
“I ate some cake today at work and got sick.”
He backed out into the hallway. “Let me know if you need me.”
I rested an elbow on the toilet seat and looked up at Kevin. Six foot one looked even taller from my bathroom floor perspective. His deep sandy skin contrasted perfectly with his ivory teeth and hazel eyes that, according to him, had won over many women back in the day. I wasn't one of those eye-color crazy girls, but I was definitely a sucker for track star legs, and Kevin had those for miles and miles. Watching him unveil those limbs when he undressed was definitely the greatest benefit of moving into his condo eighteen months earlier. Well, the legs and the free rent. And the sex, when my mind cooperated.
Kevin was the modern, metrosexual type when it came to clothes, but he had some pretty old-fashioned ideas about finances. Who was I to argue with him? He paid the major bills. I handled groceries, the housekeeper, dry cleaning, and all things communication related since I needed high-speed everything for my job. I often wondered if he was being chivalrous or if he never obligated me to a substantial bill because he still thought of the condo as
his
place.
his
place.
At first glance, our living quarters still resembled a bachelor pad. Simple furniture, mix-and-match bath towels. Not one picture of us on display, though I had plenty on my computer and stored on my camera waiting to be downloaded someday.
Either way, I'm no fool. Thanks to our financial arrangement, I had a growing stash of rainy-day money I'd earmarked to start my own business after an early retirement.
My stash was chump change compared to Kevin's anyway. I'd seen a few of his pay stubs lying around the condo from his work in telecommunications sales. Made my college degree seem like a huge scam to keep the masses from getting rich.
Thoughts of my master plan to retire well and get rich later compelled me to hoist myself from the floor to a semistanding position and shuffle back to bed. Sick or well, there was work to be done.
Kevin did check on me, but only by default as he changed into his running clothes.
There went those strong, milk chocolate legs again.
“I'm going for a jog at the track. Might head over to Cameron's after to watch the game.”
I gave my best big-brown-doe-eyes routine. “But you're leaving again first thing in the morning. Can't we spend time together?”
He held up a cross with his fingers. “I don't want to catch whatever this is you've got. You looked pretty distraught in that bathroom there a minute ago.”
“Thanks so much, Kevin.”
“Any time, any time,” he smirked. “I do feel bad for you, if that helps.”
“It doesn't.”
“You need me to get you anything while I'm out?”
“A new stomach.”
“No can do, babe. How about Pepto-Bismol or Sprite? That's what my mom gave me when I was sick.”
I scrunched my face. “Didn't your mom also make you swallow Vicks VapoRub?”
“Yeah,” he supported the madness. “Makes you cough the cold up. Worked every time. If you're getting a virus, you might want to give it a shot.”
My stomach lurched at the thought. “No. I don't want anything else coming up out of me tonight. Just ... call and check on me.”
He detoured to my side before walking out of the room. A gentle kiss to my forehead was his first affectionate gesture, despite more than a week's passing since we'd seen each other last. I suppose it would have been hard for him to kiss me since I was engulfed in the commode earlier. Still, I wanted him to rub my back or something. What I really wanted was for him to stay home and ... I don't know, watch me suffer. Hover like they do when women are giving birth in those old movies. Put a damp towel on my forehead and encourage me, “You can do it! You can do it, Tori!”
Who was I kidding? Kevin would hire a birthing coach before he'd subject himself to
my
labor. Not that I'd ever find myself in a position to give birth so long as Kevin stubbornly refused to father a child. I held hope, however, that things would change after a few of his friends settled down. Sometimes guys are the only ones who can convince other guys to grow up. It's a sick reality.
my
labor. Not that I'd ever find myself in a position to give birth so long as Kevin stubbornly refused to father a child. I held hope, however, that things would change after a few of his friends settled down. Sometimes guys are the only ones who can convince other guys to grow up. It's a sick reality.
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