Recap for Blog 49 – The big softie: The midwife and the obstetrician answer every single question on Zani’s list. Now Jake needs to be informed that Baby is a little … Jake!
“Sooooo…? How’d it go?” he asks before I can say a word.
“Oh, Jake,” and I promptly burst into tears. “I’m so sorry you weren’t here. It was unbelievable. Unbelievable. And thank you for suggesting I take Vee. It was truly special to be able to share it with her. And I think it meant a lot to her too.”
“So, you going to continue punishing me forever for not being there, or are you going to tell me … A girl or a boy?”
“No need for punishment. I do understand, I promise. And if it–“
“Zani, I could throttle you for dragging this out – one word please: girl or boy?”
“Oh. Oh yes. Well, it took a while to actually see because–”
“It’s a boy! It’s a boy!”
“Really?” Is that trembling in his voice?
”Yes, really. It is 100% pure Jake the Second.”
There is a brief silence and for a moment I’m not sure what is going on. “Jake? You still there …? Jake?”
He clears his throat. “Yes, yes, I’m here. That’s great. That’s amazing! So can I take the mother of my son to dinner tonight?”
The big softie!
“The mother of your son would like that very much, thank you.”
“Cool. Can you be ready at seven then?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
The inner glow has just multiplied a thousand-fold.
The rest of my working day is a bit of a blur, but when the clock strikes seven, I am ready for my prince, with bright eyes. The great thing about a fight or being apart is being together again.
The moment he steps out of the car, I know things will be just fine between us. I can’t help but love this man, and the journey we are on has simply cemented the commitment between us. I have never liked it when he needs to be away, and now that he is back all was right with my world once again. Our world.
We hug and hold each other. There is no need for words.
“We can skip dinner and go and look at some name books, if you like?” I venture.
“Skip dinner? Zani, rule number one of raising a boy – feed him, often!”
So off we stroll to a quiet restaurant just around the corner from home. It has become one of our favourite hangouts: great food, great service and, like tonight, a resident guitarist. I have to repeat every little morsel of information I have managed to extract about his son from Miriam and Dr Marais to Jake. He is over the moon.
And, as fate would have it, a photographer doing the restaurant route happens by at that exact moment and takes a photo as a permanent reminder to us of the day we knew we were expecting a boy.