The next morning Faye woke early. She moved carefully so not to wake Tom. She wanted to show her appreciation both to Eddie and Tom for showing her what a family should be like and that she didn’t have to be afraid of it or push it aside as something she didn’t need.
Silently she moved around the room gathering clothes to wear. “What are you doing up so early” Tom asked rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“I’m just going to start breakfast” she said with a smile “Eddie’s been getting up early every morning and I thought for a change I’d do it.”
Excitement filled his eyes “are we going to tell them we’re going to have a baby?”
She smiled at his obvious excitement. It reminded her of a puppy wagging its tail because he’s just so happy to see you. “Don’t you think we should wait” she asked even though she knew Eddie already knew and possibly Rory by now.
“But I don’t want to wait” he pouted “why can’t we tell them now?”
She tilted her head to the side pretending to consider his question. She shook her head “I think we should wait.”
Tom tossed backed the blanket and walked towards Faye. Taking her hands he kissed their palms. “Are you still worried about what your dad might do” his voice and and eyes were full of concern.
Leaning into him she breathed deeply. “No Tom I’m not worried about that. I know that whatever happens we can face it together.” Smiling up at him she said “I’ve changed my mind. I want to tell them now. At breakfast.
“You were teasing me!” Tom cried in exasperation. “Of course you were.”
She let out a small giggle. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” He grinned. “Can I help with breakfast?”
“No,” She replied, shaking her head. “Distract your brother and Rory. I don’t want them to know so easily. Well, Eddie already knows but Rory….” She frowned. “Do you think he’ll be accepting?”
“Why wouldn’t he be?” Tom asked. “Rory is a great guy.”
“I practically ran away from his daughter and all she wanted to do was play with me,” Faye pointed out. “That’s not what a good mother would do.”
“Rory knows that’s not you,” Tom said.
“Does he?” Faye frowned. “I think he’s going to be hard to please.”
“He was only acting that way because he thought you were being rude to his husband. Now, it’s nothing like that at all. He knows how Eddie feels about you and that’s enough. Rory will forever be on your side now.”
“You guys are too nice,” Faye murmured under her breath.
“What? Do you want us all to hate you or something? I told you a million times, that’s not what you deserve. No matter what anyone tells you, this family loves you. I love you!” He held her hands tightly. “So please stop worrying. Rory will be happy.”
“He’ll be happy,” She said with a determined nod. “Okay, I can do this then.”
She finished getting dressed and hurried to the kitchen. To her surprise she found Hannah in her pajamas dragging a chair across the floor. “What do you think you’re doing” she asked the little girl.
Hannah let out a little squeak before pointing towards the cabinet. “Crackers” she said moving the chair forward.
“Are you hungry” Faye asked wondering how the toddler had gotten out of her crib. Moving towards the cabinet she turned to Hannah “I’ll give you a cracker but first you need to put the chair away.”
“Cracker” Hannah insisted crawling into the chair.
“No” Faye shook her head determined to get the girl to mind her.
“Cracker” she whined her voice rising.
Worried that the girls whining would wake her parents Faye gave in and gave her a cracker.
“Tank you” Hannah grinned up at her mouth full of crackers.
“I can see now who will be the strict disciplinarian in the family” Tom laughed as he came into the kitchen swooping Hannah up into his arms.
“I was afraid she’d wake Eddie” she explained turning to the refrigerator to get her ingredients for the the grand breakfast she wanted make for them all.
“Down” Hannah insisted kicking her legs out “me help.”
“No, absolutely not. You can’t help,” Faye began, watching the water form in the little girl’s eyes. “Oh! Gosh, okay. Don’t cry. You can help.”
Tom let out another laugh. “This is never going to get old.”
“Oh, hush!” Faye patted her dress down. “Hannah, darling. Uncle Tom is a big meanie, isn’t he?”
The little girl stuck her tongue out and pointed at Tom. “Big meanie!”
“Faye, don’t do that!” Tom cried, shaking his head. Uncle Tom is the best Uncle.”
Hannah toddled over to him and hugged his legs. “Yes, but big meanie too.”
“Go, shoo!” Faye shooed him out of the kitchen so she and Hannah could work. “Okay, honey. Let’s see where do we start? Oh, eggs. You can’t crack an egg right? Oh, but!” Faye’s eyes lit up. She gathered the eggs, cracked them into the bowl and slid it over to the little girl. “Mix,” She instructed.
Hannah did as she was told, struggling with the big wooden spoon. “Like this?”
“So awesome!” Faye coaxed, noting to remix the batter when Hannah wasn’t looking. “Did you learn to cook from your dad?”
Hannah nodded enthusiastically, causing a shiver to run down Faye’s spine. Would this be her and her child? Tom sitting at the kitchen table awaiting a meal cooked from mother and daughter? She couldn’t wait to raise a child, but it also terrified her. Yet, being with Hannah confirmed something for her. She wanted to be a mom, more than anything.