Grace Grows (40 page)

“Well. I will just have to hope that he has more of my genes than yours.”

“Like I said, I guess we’ll see,” he said ominously.

We opened some of our gifts.

From Julia, we had a gorgeous, ornate, completely impractical silver pitcher.

“We’ll use this when we have the Queen over for dinner,” I said.

“Or we could put flowers in it.”

It was depressing, how much prettier his mind sometimes was. “I would have thought of that. In a few minutes.”

Beck gave us a Shark. A freakishly high-powered mini-vacuum, guaranteed to suck up nails, wood chips, gravel, and broken glass.

“What is she thinking?” I asked Ty.

He shrugged again. “She takes no prisoners. Even when cleaning house.”

The box from Ed and Boris contained an expensive juicer and a lifetime Museum of Sex dual membership.

“There’s a Museum of Sex?” Ty was wide-eyed, studying the brochure.

“Down on Fifth at Twenty-seventh.”

“How did I not know about it?”

“That is one of life’s true mysteries.”

“When do you want to go?”

“Before the baby’s big enough that we have to explain the exhibits.”

“I have something for you.” I went to our room and got the small gift-wrapped box.

He took it from me slowly. “I’m sorry. I have something for you, too, but it’s at my parents’.”

“You gave me this!” I touched the wedding ring. I couldn’t imagine anything better.

He unwrapped the box and opened it. “Hey, look at this!”

“It’s stainless steel and has automatic movement so it never needs batteries. It’s the official time keeper for the Indy 500!”

“No kidding! Did you go all the way to Indianapolis to get it?”

“Ha ha.”

He took the watch out of the box and slipped it on his wrist. “It’s excellent! Thank you.”

“Now you’ll always be on time for everything.”

“Absolutely.”

He was smiling. I touched his face. “You know what time it is right now, don’t you?”

He didn’t even have to look at the watch. “Yes, I do.”

It was trying to rain. We lay in bed and watched the sky above the building across the street occasionally illuminate. The lightning was actually striking somewhere in the wilds of New Jersey, judging by the low rumble of the thunder.

“Sing something to me,” I said sleepily. Greedily, having already enjoyed one of the major pros of being married to Tyler Wilkie.

“What do you want to hear?”

“Something romantic. Something . . . old.”

“You sing something to me.”

“No, you.”

He shook my shoulder gently. “Come on! Why does everyone always expect me to do all the singing?”

“You are the professional. Please, this is why I married you.”

“So I’d sing to you in bed?”

“Certainly.”

“I feel so cheap. And I like it!”

“It really is a win-win.”

He sang, quietly. First a little ditty about the dangers of eating too many beans. Then a rude song about breasts. He finished up with “Mairzy Doats,” right up against my belly.

“He can hear this, don’t you think?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so.”

He stayed down there and sang “Rock a Bye Baby” and “Amazing Grace.” He came back up beside me and grinned.

I wound an auburn curl around my finger. “Hey, what was that with José—that NJ thing? Do you know him from somewhere?”

“Yeah!” He shook his head and laughed. “Only I just figured it out tonight. I came offstage in fuckin’ Little Rock, and Dave hands me his phone, says it’s my mom. First she reams me out about not returning her calls. Then she tells me she got this strange text on her cell. No name, just the initials NJFOP. And the text said ‘Grace needs Tyler. ASAP.’ ”

I sat up in bed and looked at him. He set a steadying hand on my leg and continued.

“I flew home the next morning and headed over here to see what was up. That was when I saw you on the street and came up here with you. When I left I called and canceled the last four shows.”

I stared at him. “You mean . . . when you cut the tour short, you . . . you weren’t really sick?”

He shrugged. “It was useful as an excuse, so they wouldn’t sue me.”

“Oh. . . .”

He sat up. “What’s the matter?”

I kissed him all over his face. Big, wet, teary kisses.

“What?” he laughed.

“You just gave me my wedding gift.”

“I did?”

“You came home for me! Early!”

“Well, early, yeah, I’ll take the points for that. But you already knew I was coming back to you.”

I stared at him. Drawing a very large blank.

“You listened to the song, didn’t you?”

The song. Huh? Then I pictured the FedEx envelope buried in my desk drawer. “Oh. . . . Well. Not yet.”

He did not look happy.

“You said it would upset me! And I was very easily upset!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I was kidding!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Well, at least I know now why you still weren’t talking to me. I kinda figured you might, after you heard the song.”

“I will listen to it. I will.”

He lay back down. “Whatever.”

I snuggled close and kissed his shoulder, his hand, his chest.

He shook his head. “Man, if I’d known it would be this impressive, I’d have told you the minute I got here.”

“No you wouldn’t. You were mad at me.”

“Well, what the fuck? That’s how I find out we’re having a baby?”

“I’m sorry. I was so afraid you’d be upset, or wouldn’t care.”

“Gracie.” He sat up again, glowering. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. “You’re the one who kept cutting me off all the time! Before I left for L.A.—”

“Ty! I didn’t cut you off, at lunch that day I asked you what you wanted and you couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even look at me.”

“Because I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. All I knew was I wanted to be near you. I wanted you to stop putting me off. And then I came back from L.A. with some clarity and we finally got close, but then suddenly you wouldn’t return my calls.”

“Because you were leaving! I didn’t understand how you could be with me like we were, and then leave like nothing happened.”

“It wasn’t like that. I had a contract. I had to go do my job.”

“You were excited to leave.”

“Come on babe, of course I was! But I tried to talk to you before I left. And after I left. I wanted to ask you to meet me on the road whenever you could.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t gonna leave a message about it for you to ignore. And then when you finally did call me when I was in Minneapolis, you said good-bye before I could even begin to ask. It was real clear you weren’t into me.”

“No, I was!”

“I thought there might be another guy. I knew I had my work cut out, but I was still coming back to try with you.”

“Ty. I didn’t know.”

“Listen to me, Grace. You are the only girl I’ve ever been unable to forget. The only one who mattered. You’ve been messing up my sleep ever since you got down on the floor with me in your dressy clothes and bagged those dogs’ feet. To help a stranger. I left knowing I was gonna have to find out who you were.”

I sat up on my knees. “Your sleep got messed up? Is that all? You smiled at me that morning and wrecked my entire life.”

“You put me in a permanent state of sexual frustration.”

“You did that to me. And you gave me an ulcer.
Twice.
”

“You made me keep coming back to walk those fucking dogs way past when I needed to financially.”

“You made me abandon my stupid textbook career.”

He thought a long moment and looked at me triumphantly. “You made me stutter.”

I kissed him all over his face again. Gently. “You got some good songs out of it.”

“My best songs.”

“So far.”

He got quiet. He went away, though his body was still with me. He pointed at my desk. “Can you hand me that pad and pen?”

I got them for him and he started scrawling.

“Do you need help?” I asked. “I could probably come up with rhyming words. But not for orange. Did you know that there is no word that rhymes with orange?”

He looked at me, momentarily intrigued, then turned his attention back to the notepad. “Let me finish this,” he said shortly.

Yikes. I crept out of bed and went to the bathroom.

When I came back into the room, he was no longer writing words. Now he was staring at the wall. Tapping fingers on the bed. Composing.

He surfaced long enough to say, “Bring me the guitar, would you?”

I went and got it from its stand in the corner. Then stood there before him naked and invisible, watching him strum and jot notes. I went back around the bed and got under the covers. Arranged my pillows. Stuck in earplugs. Might as well grab this opportunity for a nap. I knew him. He wouldn’t be writing a song forever.

The wee, dark hours.

I was hopelessly awake. The Bump was doing his calisthenics.

Ty was awake behind me; I could tell by his breathing.

“How did José get your mom’s number?” I asked.

“Your mom called Peg and got my mom and dad’s names and everything else she knew about them. Then José and your mom tracked down my mom’s cell number and he texted her from the New Jersey Fraternal Order of Police.”

I remembered Julia telling me that Ty really cared for me. She must have been talking about how he came home immediately in response to José’s text message. Then she clammed up when she remembered I wasn’t supposed to know they’d contacted him. Oh, Mom. Always engineering life for my benefit.

I turned over and settled against Ty. Rested The Bump on him.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “For every stupid thing I ever did. I love you. I
love
you.”

“Okay.” He rubbed my hip sleepily. “Okay, baby. Me, too.”

The next day he went to the studio for a few hours. I dug out the FedEx envelope, made a cup of tea, put on the CD, and sat down with the lyrics to “A Breath Away.” He had dated them, October 9. Three weeks after he’d left for the tour.

I’ve seen it all, see it now

and the answer is a breath away

from your lips

Had to fall, had to find out the hard way

all I want is this

And if you still got room

for another heart

tell me if you can

Or we could do away with talking

its just time to be your man

Its time to be your man

Been around, been alone

and its crazy what the miles and years can see

Bottom out, bottom line

is the diamond in the rough road back to me

And if you still got room

for a lonely heart

tell me if you can

Or we could do away with talking

its just time to be your man

Its time to be your man

Dreamed a dream, saw a sign

then its over, I remember what I see

Comes a time, come to find

that the only one who matters isn’t me

So if you still got room

for a selfish heart

tell me if you can

Or we could do away with talking

its just time to be your man

Its time to be your man

Hold me like you want to

Hold me like your there