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Ninth Month

I'm home again. Don't ask me how I got here. I probably crossed nine red lights and killed three walkers. If I had a gun, I couldn't guarantee for anything.

And no court in this world would pronounce me guilty.

I'm heavily pregnant and humiliated.

I'm looking into a mirror. I look terrible. This whole world is terrible.

And I had to put a child into it. Okay not completely put almost.

I imagined my little family like out of a commercial for yogurt. I know I'm kind of naive but women also buy anti-aging-lotion...

And then I sit down and do the one thing I can do the best: I cry.

I cry for three whole hours, till Honey kicks me and tells me that the amniotic fluid gets less and her pool drys out. I sniff for a last time.

Self-pity is so wrong!

I've made my bed, now I have to lie in it. I wanted a baby. I set down the pill secretly. I didn't ask him. He's right about that...

So maybe I pushed him into the arms of that lanky blond...

But: I love Honey! No matter what!

We will get through this together...

Sniff! I can't really think about stuff like holidays... After all I'm a single-mother now. And Honey will be passed around, from the Cohen's to the Roberts and so on...

Sniff.

I pull myself together now.

I'm writing him a letter. I can't face him right now. I always got the imaging of him making out with that slut.

Dear Cohen,

I was at the airport, by accident, because I wanted to talk to you. And I saw you with that other women, by accident.

You're cheating on me and I have to tell you that I was too. Honey wasn't an accident. I set down the pill without your knowledge and it seems like you're not ready to be a father...

A few tears smear the ink. That looks so melodramatic. I'm not a crybaby! I'm a example for braveness and strength. I'm a single mother! And he's the one making out with somebody else! What does he think?

Okay, again:

Dear Cohen,

yadayadayada... I don't wanna be in the way of your future happiness. After all it's all my fault...

Nah! Not good! It's to late to change anything about the baby-thing. Cohen, that dick face could have done something about birth-control, too.

Maybe I should get a little bit straighter:

Dear Cohen,

I saw you at the airport with that thin, flexible, not-pregnant chick...

Or even better:

Dear Mr. Seth Ezekiel Cohen,

my lawyer will get in touch with you next week, concerning the aliments.

Your disrespectfully

Summer Roberts and Lilly Roberts (at least she gets the name I want, now!)

Very good. But now I'm really creative.

Dear Cohen,

I was at the airport. Fck whoever you want. Mainly you pay alimony, for me and your daughter, in time...

God, I'm good!

Cohen, you fcking bstrd!

How can you screw another women while I give birth to our daughter, in pain... The fruit of our love...

Ouch! That one brings me back to the floor. I was the one cheating on him in the first place. Or at least lying to him.

Clearly that can't end good.

But I can't sit here and wait for him to return while he shags some bitch in Boston and act like nothing happened when he returns. I crease all drafts up and burn them at the fireplace.

I leave him a small note at the kitchen table.

I saw you at the airport.

Summer

Then I get my hospital bag and two maternity pants and leave. It's about time I take control over my life again.

"I don't care if she has a meeting! I have to talk to her right now!"

Dr. Helmsman's assistant looks at me like she expects me to explode any minute. I stretch out my belly challenging.

I'm standing at Vogue and don't hide anything anymore. Let them all see what's going on! I'm gonna be a successful single mother! Honey is gonna be so proud of me!

And a fake blond with a waist of two inches volume isn't going to stop me.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you to Dr. Helmsman right now."

"I want this job so much and I will manage it without problems. I'll hire four nannies and even ask my step-mom to babysit in emergency's. You'll see: The baby won't be a problem at all!"

I'm standing in front of Dr. Helmsman. I just rolled over her assistant.

"How the hell did you get pregnant, that fast?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"I'm sorry but we decided for someone else. I thought you already knew."

What! I can't believe that.

"That's discrimination! Of course you gave the job to a man! They don't get babies! That's unbelievable! You're a shame for all women! You should support our gender not stifle us!"

Dr. Helmsman pushes me into a chair.

"Calm down! This isn't good for your baby!"

"I will not calm down! I flip out any time I want!"

"The woman that got the job is mother of three. The youngest is one year old. I'm sorry, but your just weren't qualified. Maybe next year...when somebody leaves because of pregnancy."

I reach my car under tears. Dr. Helmsman wishes me and the baby well. She has a daughter herself.

I can call her anytime I need help, but she can't offer me a job right now.

Where should I go now? I don't wanna go home. I still don't feel well. I want to be spoiled. I want room-service and a huge bath-tub.

I actually wanted to go to the hotel but somehow I'm in front of Coops apartment house. No idea how I got here. I stay in the car for a few minutes.

The hotel can wait.

No husband.

No best friend.

No job.

Nothing.

That's when Honey kicks me. She reminds me that she's still there. We're a team.

Once I'm hear I can ring, too.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me the stupid pregnant twerp..."

The buzzer goes and the door opens.

There are moments in life when you realize if a friendship is really a friendship.

Coop looks at the way I'm standing in front of her. Freezing, with red swollen eyes.

I pull the oxygen mask of my face (she lives in the penthouse - fifth floor and the elevator is always damaged - for women in my condition it feels like climbing the Mount Everest) and she hugs me wordless.

Well, she tries... the belly is kinda in the way.

And then I sit there, in front of a mountain of tissues with a cup of tea in my hands, still sniffing.

"I just felt so fucking lonely, and then we had that fight, so stupid, and now I caught Cohen making out with that chick, he's in Boston by now while I'm about to explode, and I can't even blame him. It was me who set down the pill, without asking him, I'm such a twerp... I know that was wrong but I just wanted a baby, actually I just wanted to try it ... who thought it worked? ... everything is based on a lie and I can't take it anymore... And then you... all we've been doing since I'm pregnant is fighting, and I just didn't know where to go... I could go to my Dad but that didn't seem like such a good idea, with the step-monster and everything... I turned into a tolder ... and I..."

I start to weep unrestrained. I thought I reached my stint today. I grab another tissue.

"I'm a twerp. A stupid not-pregnant twerp."

That was Coop.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I left you all by yourself, Sum."

"Left me by myself?"

The crying stops for a second.

"You needed me during the pregnancy and I wasn't there. I was being egoistic..."

"You weren't egoistic. You just weren't pregnant, that's all."

"I was egoistic. I was envious. I was sad. And hurt. And jealous. And fucking stupid... but above all that..."

She looks at me out of big blue eyes.

"Above of all I was pregnant myself."

And then she starts to sob. Unrestrained.

I'm looking at her. Coop and pregnant?

"How did that happen?"

(Maybe the most stupid question of the world.)

"When did that happen?"

"And why didn't you tell me?" (A bunch of stupid questions.)

I hug her. (Well, I try, but the Honey belly is in the way.)

"Oh Coop... So what? You're pregnant. Everything will be fine! We'll be roommates and set up a baby-living-community. Just be happy! Everything is wonderful."

Coop sobs against my shoulder.

"I'm not pregnant anymore... I'm not for a long time ... that's the problem... It happened over a year ago... It was Ryan's ... but then Theresa showed up with her son and he left ... I just didn't know what to do ... at first I thought I just have it... but then I tipped over... and I thought I could take an abortion easily. It isn't something big those days. I couldn't be a single mother..."

Coop sobs and sobs and sobs.

At first she was really relieved. And then a few months later it happened. She bursted into tears every time she saw a baby. Always counting what age her baby would be.

"I couldn't pass a buggy without crying ... and then it switched completely. I just closed down. Screwed a lot of guys and keep on telling me I really enjoy it. But then you got pregnant, and I just couldn't handle it. You having a baby and I don't. I kept thinking about what age it would be by now and if it could say "Mommy" by now. And I was so mean to you... even if nothing was your fault..."

"Oh Coop... I'm so sorry. But it's completely okay if you weren't ready for a baby. It was your decision. You don't have to feel guilty for anything. I understand. I'd never reproached you in any way. I would've helped you... And I'm sure the baby would understand, too. Sometime it just don't works out..."

"You really think the baby understands?"

"Of course, sweetie... you just have to talk with it... apologies, tell it you weren't ready... you can have another one... just forgive yourself."

Coop looks at me and then we burst into tears together.

We swear to tell each other everything in future.

Tear-stained and released we fall asleep next to each other.

"I have enough of Summer!" Coop bites into a bagel energetic. "She's just beyond all bearing, since she's pregnant! I just don't want to deal with her anymore!"

I cut a banana into my cereals and am just delighted.

"That's exactly the way you're telling him. He'll understand perfectly."

Coop's great.

"But you have to work on the tone of your voice. And if he calls you, you just tell him, you didn't see me and you don't wanna see me. Let him just worry his ass off!"

"He's never gonna buy it."

"Babe, you can make men buy everything."

She nods with a smirk and takes a sip of her coffee.

"Sweetie I'll be back at eight at least... and then the two of us, sorry, the three of us...", she pets my melon. "... will start for the beach house. We'll have a great weekend. I'm going to spoil you... massage your feet and introduce Honey to The Clash. It'll be fun. You'll see."

Coop gives me a peck on the cheek. We'll go to the beach house out in nowhere she inherited from her grandmother. We've been going there for years, every time we were sick of the guys.

But I'm not really sure if I want Coop to play The Clash to my baby. I just don't want it to be so angry all the time.

"You really should rest, sweetie."

I will, mom.

I take a hot bath.

Then I take another hot bath.

And after three other hours I take another hot bath.

The bath tub is the only place in this world were I feel lightweight.

Shit. Coop just called. She won't be able to make it in time. So I guess we'll go to the beach house tomorrow.

Maybe I should take another bath? Coop has all that great aromatic stuff to pour in.

It rings at the door.

Who could that be? It's already six o'clock so it can't be the ups man...

I take a look out of the window! Damn! There is Cohen's car. Parked in the middle of the street.

I switch off all lights, just in case.

I'm not here.

Coop's not here.

Nobody's here.

Okay, that's kind of silly. We had a brightly lit apartment a few minutes ago. But maybe he didn't look up here.

It keeps on ringing.

I'm not opening. I'm not opening.

I need headphones right now. Maybe some Mozart. Or rather The Clash. I just can't find anything in the dark.

Bang. Rattle. Clink.

I just stumbled over Coops CD collection. They were organized in alphabetically. It's the one area Coop is duly (in my opinion nit-pick).

And I still haven't found headphones. Argh!

So I wrap Coops burberry-blanket around my head. A few fringes hang into my face. I never looked really good in square.

But if the ringing doesn't stop any time soon, I probably get contractions... or a tinnitus.

It stopped.

Heavenly silence.

I look down at the street. His car is gone. Thank god.

Okay, what I need now is another bath.

Just when I want roll my way back to the bathroom it suddenly knocks at the door.

"Marissa open up if you there! It's Seth... I need to see Summer... We had a fight and she's probably hiding at your place... come on open up! Marissa open up the damn door! I have to talk to Summer! ... It's important."

Fuck!

For a moment I'm retried to open the door. I'll just sink into his arms - and drop him to the floor with my huge weight.

He'll explain everything to me and it all will turn out as a big misunderstanding.

I didn't cheat on him - by setting down the pill - and he didn't cheat on me - with another women.

Everything will be fine.

We will be a happy family like from the yogurt commercial. We'll take walks at a beach. Together with our dachshund.

Dachshund? Why dachshund? I hate dachshunds!

Then the knocking stops. All I hear is steps hasting down the stairs. Whew! I got away this time.

The problem is just that I'm not really relieved.

I can't stay here any longer. And I can't reach Coop. The meeting is still going. Even her cell is off. That's really gotta be important.

So I decide to just decide to drive ahead to the beach house. Cohen will never find it. He's only been there once. And he doesn't really like the beach. Coop can follow me tomorrow. I just gotta be alone right now.

Even if that isn't really possible. At least not anatomical. Doesn't matter. So I'll be alone together with Honey.

I write Coop a note, get the keys for my car and the house and find myself confronted with a new problem. How do I get my hospital bag and my travel bag, downstairs? Coop carried them upstairs for me, but I really can't drag them downstairs again.

"Hey! Are you insane!"

"No pregnant!"

I almost stroke a Chihuahua dead. And the owner looks at me angry now. I always thought your supposed to carry this things around! It's her own fault!

I threw the bags (minus everything fragile) out of the window. Pregnancy gets you really smart.

It's a good thing I parked my car three blocks away. This way Cohen couldn't see it.

I squeeze myself behind the steering wheel. How drive women with twins or triplets in their stomachs?

It's dark by now. And I still have to drive over 40 miles till I arrive.

When I drive along on a highway, I start to think that this maybe wasn't such a good idea...

A look at the fuel-gage proves me. The tank is almost empty. And no gas station far and wide.

I just forget to fill up gas. Damn! What am I gonna do?

Now rain sets in.

Maybe I should turn and drive back to Newport.

Good idea. But now calm down, Summer. Calm down.

Okay, that's it. During my try to make a U-turn I drove into the roadside ditch and emptied the tank, completely. This can't be happening. The rain is still teeming down. I'm soaked after a pathetic try to push the car out of the ditch. I'm still hoping for a truck or something to pull me out. But nothing. No wonder with that lousy weather.

How embarrassing! I'm sitting in my car, the vehicle heater is working and I just peed my pants. That's just ... eww! That didn't happen since I was like three years old.

But then I realize that this isn't urine running down my legs. My water just broke.

And the next second a wave of pain is rolling over me.

And another cliffhanger! ;) You guys hate me right now, don't you? lol

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