"I've been pregnant so many times in my life, Lucy, I can tell when a woman's pregnant before she can."
I stared at my stomach. I wasn't showing. Yet. But I would be soon. The doctor had said I could expect a bump to start popping through in the next month. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to keep it a secret any longer.
"So?" she asked when I stayed quiet.
"I'm almost four months," I said, feeling lighter just having admitted it to someone.
"And I take it that since Jude wasn't bragging and going on about this precious little baby earlier, he doesn't know yet?"
I shook my head. "Does that make me a horrible person?"
"Oh, Lucy, of course it doesn't, sweetie." Sybill draped her arm around my shoulders and tucked my head beneath her chin. She couldn't have been more than ten years older than me, but the gesture was so nurturing, it was clear she'd been a mom for a while. "It makes you a scared person. A worried person. But not a horrible one. Not even close."
"Then why do I feel like a horrible person?" I said, choking on a sob.
"Do you feel that way because you're pregnant or because you haven't told Jude yet?" She continued to hold me close and wouldn't let me pull away. I stopped trying.
"Both," I admitted.
"Can I ask why you haven't told Jude yet?"
"I don't really know," I said. "I'm scared to tell him, I guess. I'm scared of what his reaction will be. I'm scared that his feelings might change. I'm scared that he might not be ready to be a dad yet. I'm scared he won't want some fat college dropout when he's . . ." I waved down at the field, where kickoff was getting under way. "Everything he is."
Sybill sighed while I shed a few tears. When we should have been on our feet cheering, we were curled around each other, one trying to hold the other together.
"I know what it's like to be scared, Lucy. God knows I know," she said, watching the field with me. "I'm going to tell you a story. It's no fairy tale, but it has a happy ending. And I'm something of an expert on it, since it's my story." She paused and took a sip of her soda. "Deon and I met when we were in college. Lord, I loved that man the moment I saw him, but . . . he didn't exactly see me. Not at first, anyways," she said, laughing to herself. "One night we were both at the same party and, thanks to my cousin lending me a teeny little dress and showing me what mascara was, Deon and I wound up dancing. After a few dances, we were kissing. And after what felt like a few hours of kissing, we were losing clothes and looking for an empty bedroom. We had sex that night. It was my first time, and I was kind of horrified the next morning that it had been with some guy I barely knew during a drunken, wild party."
She was right: This definitely wasn't sounding like a fairy tale, but I loved it. I loved her story. I loved the way her voice was all soft when she told it.
"I made it my mission to avoid Deon at all costs after I woke up that morning. And it worked. For all of a day." She laughed. "That boy went on a crusade asking anyone in passing if they knew the girl he'd been with the night before. Of course, very few in his inner circle did, because I was a loser to their elite status. He'd surreptitiously "run into" my cousin at the cafeteria that night, and she gave him my phone number, what dorm I lived in, my birthday. Hell, practically everything but my social security number. So he shows up at my door, flowers in hand, with those huge puppy-dog eyes of his, begging me to let him take me out on a date. A real date."
I was starting to smile at this point. God, this story was different from, yet the same as, mine and Jude's.
"So we went out on that first date, and a second and a third. We started spending every free minute we had together. It was something I knew was special, something I knew was meant to last forever. Two months later Deon got drafted. We were ecstatic, and he proposed to me that same day. I was living every girl's dream, as far as I was concerned, and then I found out I was pregnant."
Yep. This was very similar to Jude's and my story. So much so that I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"I was sure Deon was going to leave me. Why would he want to be strapped to a quirky pregnant girl when he'd just signed a huge NFL contract? I didn't tell him at first. I didn't want the fairy tale to end. I didn't tell him until I started to show. I remember being so scared I almost passed out." A few more tears leaked out of my eyes. "I told him the night after his first game. I even had a good-bye all ready to go. And you know what he said right after I told him? What the first words out of his mouth were when I told him his nineteen-year-old girlfriend he'd been with for five months was pregnant?" Sybill must have started crying along the way, too, because I felt a tear land on my forehead. "He said, 'I always wanted a big family. I guess it's a good thing we got started early.'" She shook her head and laughed. "Then he told me he loved me and we got married a whole month later. And, ten years and four kids later, the rest is history," she said, sweeping her hand down at the field.