Growing Old

Man and his visibly pregnant wife are in bed together. His chest was bare and he kept looking at his cell-phone for the alarm to ring. The woman just had bouts of her routine morning-sickness. She was paled and breathless.

Woman sits up with an effort and puts a hand on his arm.

Woman: “Please, don’t go to work today.”

Man: “Trust me, I’d rather stay home but I’ve got loads of shit to do. The crazy clients do not understand a fig. My team-members are a bunch of morons. Is there something wrong?”

Woman: “No, not really. Have a good day.”

Man: “It’s just, we really need the money with the baby coming. I really need to go to work for that…. But I still love you, you okay?”

Woman: “I’m fine. I’m, just…. I’m just….these god damn hormones.. and, you’re right, you should go to work. Promise you would call me every hour.”

*Man  stands up. He bends down to kiss her. The alarm goes off and He picks his cell phone up off the nightstand and starts dialing.

Man: “Dave, it’s Jack. Sorry but I won’t be able to make it in today… No, it’s personal. I can’t explain it though. Thanks. Bye.”

Woman: “I’m so scared”.

Man: “Yeah, me too but I’m here. Things are gonna be okay, you’ll see. I love you.”

*Man puts his hand down on top of hers..!

And he murmured to himself, with Whitman

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again, look for me under your boot soles.