“Hey,” he mumbles.
From beneath the sheet she kicks at him
playfully—he’s too far from the bed for her leg to reach but the
gesture makes him laugh, a real laugh this time, nothing faked.
“Marie,” Shanley warns. The image on the monitor shakes, unsteady.
Catching her leg, he holds her down. “You have to stay still,
beautiful.”
“Listen to him,” Conlan tells her. He
stares at the monitor, the blurry lines just a suggestion of the
life growing within her. In a low, awed voice, he asks, “What do
you see?”
“Three heads,” Shanley says. He’s so
deadpan that for a minute my heart leaps in my chest, my mind cries
out, triplets! You mean—Then he smiles and says, “I’m only
teasing. The baby’s doing real well.”
Relief floods Conlan’s face. “Oh Jesus,” he
whispers. “For a minute there I thought—”
Laughing, I admit, “I did, too.”
Marie looks up at the sound of my voice and
smiles at me. “Let me guess. Neal?” When I nod, surprised, she