(Lydia)“Hello!” I chirped into the phone as soon as I saw the caller ID.“Good morning, Miss Lombardi,” a female voice replied, “This is Gemma from the administration desk at Warren Parker Preschool—““Ah, yes,” I smiled, “I was wondering when you’d phone to call in the twins for an interview.”Warren Parker was one of the most prestigious preparatory preschools in Greater Colorado. I had been glad I had moved to Denver when I had learned about their teaching methods and the way they gave each child such individual attention to bring out the best in them. I had submitted the twins’ application forms last week.There was an awkward pause on the other end of the line.“Hello?” I said.“Miss Lombardi, we’re afraid we can’t accept your children’s applications.”My heart began to thump wildly and my eyes darted towards the twins. Miles was putting back a train set he’d deconstructed with perfect accuracy and Mabel was creating a multicolored bridge, complete with two towers, from her Lego
(Lydia)I rubbed my sweaty palms together, curled them into fists, and brought the fists up to my nose. Thomas had said, “I’m coming over” and then immediately hung up. I didn’t understand why he had to drive all the way over to the theater when we could have easily discussed this on the phone. But by the time I had even opened my mouth to speak, he had probably already been in his car. I paced around the lobby of the theater building and then stopped by a water dispenser. I poured myself a glass and then sat down on one of the squishy leather sofas by the entrance.Slowly, I sipped my water. I was still feeling a little jittery when my phone chimed.“I’m here,” Thomas had texted.And then he bolted through the entrance. He looked dashing in his charcoal gray suit and the receptionist immediately stood up to greet him. I did too, but he gave me a quick wave and gestured to me to sit back down. After a short word with the receptionist, he came over to the leather sofas to join me. “Tw
(Lydia)I gazed at him, dumbfounded in baffled amazement and completely unsure of how to respond.After all this time that we had spent apart, he was once again approaching me. All my previous feelings of conflict about his intentions subsided as I wordlessly blinked at him.I could not believe that this was actually happening, nor could I recall the last time that he had asked me out for a date.***In the hazy sunlight of the afternoon, I had been scribbling away in response to an essay question about the Kurt Lewin change model. I had picked up the management course for fun but Jack and Thomas, being business-minded people, had been required to take it.Not that they ever studied for it … or even participated in class except to crack jokes.But I had thoroughly enjoyed the subject and the instructor, Ms. Hayworth, had reciprocated my feelings of enthusiasm by always appreciating me in class.Despite the fact that this course was not a requirement for me, I was well-prepared for my
(Lydia)My heels clicked down the pavement outside the theater and I glanced up at the evening sky. It was a beautiful shade of purple. I had paid the cab driver two minutes ago after he had dropped me here.It was ridiculous, I thought, to get picked up for dinner outside my workplace. But Thomas had insisted. I had wondered about whether he was hiding from my sister or his children, all of whom were at the hotel.But Ruby already knew that I was going out with Thomas. She hadn’t exactly approved of it, but hadn’t reprimanded me either.I was wearing my navy long dress and a pair of silver heels. And, yes, I was a little nervous.Thomas pulled up two minutes later. He got out of the car and said, “I’m so sorry I’m late”. I shook my head, smiling slightly. Apparently, we’d color-coordinated.He returned my smile and my heart leapt a little. “You look so beautiful tonight,” he said.I blushed. “What was the point of picking me up here?” I asked.“Enh,” Thomas shrugged.I walked over to
(Lydia)I had passed the threshold into the store’s bright golden lights, taking in the rows upon rows of children’s paraphernalia. Ahead of me stood a large display of nursery wallpaper in shades of baby blue, pastel pink, sunlight yellow, and lilac. They were adorned with stars and moons and hot air balloons and silver rocking chairs and unicorns.I had wandered slowly through aisles, delighting in the shelves upon shelves of children’s feeding paraphernalia and the appropriate foods for up to 18-month-old babies.I passed through the clothing section, admiring the softness of cotton rompers and looking at multi-colored mittens and socks. My heart swelled up with charm at the idea of dressing up my own child in these someday.I had finally made it to the toys’ section and smiled wide in complete enchantment. Footsteps had approached behind me and a familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist. “Like it?” Thomas had nuzzled into my neck.“I wouldn’t want to shop for our baby anywher
(Lydia)And, now, here we were in a car again together, driving to the hospital for our baby daughter. Thomas had immediately dashed outside and asked the valet to bring the car around.Tears welled up in my eyes as we sped across the road on the way to the hospital. My shoulders shook as I broke down. Thomas glanced quickly towards me, opened his mouth to say something, but then shifted his eyes back towards the road. He pressed down on the accelerator, blew up the horn, and began swerving the steering wheel left and right as he wreaked havoc and overtook cars.I looked back at the road. The street and car lights were blurry golden through my tear-soaked eyes.“It’s going to be okay,” Thomas whispered to me. I did not have it in me to respond at all.***When we arrived, Mabel was sitting on the bed. She was being looked at by the doctor. “Oh, my baby!” I cried as I ran up to her and swooped up her small, delicate body in my arms. “I’m okay, mommy,” my daughter replied. Her angelic f
(Lydia)“Well, wouldn’t you look at these two adorable angels!” Margaret exclaimed. She sat down on the bed beside them and Ruby quivered slightly, shooting me a wide-eyed look. I was staring on with my jaw on the floor.Margaret looked over at Thomas, her eyes warm and expectant, completely oblivious to how she had unnerved both my sister and I.“Well?” she asked with a smile that shone all the way up to her eyes.I could not let out a single sound. My heart thumped in anticipation.“Mabel and Miles,” Thomas said to her, “Those are their names.”She turned back towards the children and her eyes sparkled with love and pride.“Aren’t you the spitting image of your father?” she said to Miles, gently stroking his little chin.She cupped Mabel’s cheek into a palm and said, “And you, my dear, are the most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen.”For the next few minutes, Margaret continued to shower her affection on to the twins. I was feeling dizzy with anxiety but checked myself because of th
(Lydia)Adam had been telling me on the drive here that bee sting allergies were incredibly rare. He had told me that it wasn’t serious, though, and that I shouldn’t worry about it. I had changed into a T-shirt and slacks, preparing myself for a long night at the hospital.When we had pulled up, my head had still been spinning from all that had happened today: Margaret showing up at the theater to threaten my children only to reappear a few hours later and give them so much maternal affection and then taunt me about some apparent hidden agenda, Thomas asking me out to dinner, my daughter ending up the hospital for the first time, and her father demonstrating genuine concern.I had ignored Thomas as I made my way to the hospital room on purpose. Not that I hadn’t caught him gazing at me but I had deliberately avoided making eye contact.“Here’s the overnight bag!” Adam exclaimed, dumping it down on the sofa and then crashing down beside it.“Adam and I will watch the children,” I told