Episode 13 (final)
I strode past her and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Rachel and the kids were sitting there eating fruit loops. I stood there for a minute, realizing that my little fantasy was soon going to be over. Rachel stood up as soon as she saw me enter
the kitchen, and went over to the coffee machine. Wendy followed me into the kitchen and she and Rachel shared a look. It was a look that said that there were no secrets here this morning. They both turned and looked at me.
“Go finish your movie, guys,” Rachel said to the children. They both took off into the family room leaving only the adults.
“Mike?” Rachel asked. It was a question that really asked everything.
“Mike,” Wendy said simply.
I started to sweat. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
It was moments like this that defined who a man really was. I didn’t want to be a timid little coward who cheated and lied. All I want is happiness and I can’t afford to loose it.
I went over to Rachel and pulled her against me. Her massive chest squeezed
between us, as I looked her in the eyes. “I love you,” I said and kissed her
passionately. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me.
We stepped apart, holding hands and looked over at Wendy
“Well I guess that settles that,” Wendy said. “Now, what?”
“I guess I’d better call Kathy.” I said.
“She’ll be furious,” Wendy said.
“I don’t think so. She can have the house. She doesn’t even like the kids.”
“You’re being a little simplistic,” Wendy said. “Life’s way more complicated…”
I cut her off. “I see everything so clearly now. I’m tired of doing the wrong thing and banging my head against the wall. I’ve got to make a few phone calls.”
I found Wendy and Rachel drinking coffee together in the living room, when I came back.
I went over to Rachel and kissed her, sitting down next to her. She melted against me, eyes wide, mouth open.
“Well?” Wendy asked.
“I told her I was leaving her and that I was taking the kids. I told her that she could have the house and that we’d work out visitation and that my lawyer would be in contact with hers.
For once in her life, she didn’t have much to say. She asked who would be watching the kids and I told her Rachel would. She didn’t say much more than that, except that she wanted all of my stuff gone by the time she got home.”
“Where will you go?” Rachel asked.
“That’s the wrong question Rachel,” I said, grasping both her hands in mine and gazing into her eyes.
“I will rent a townhouse. You’re moving in with me. You’re moving in with us.” “Oh, Mike,” she said collapsing against me.
“Oh,” Wendy said. “Should I stay and help you pack?”
“Please,” I and Rachel said in unison.
I and My Lovely Babysitter made babies and lived happily ever after.