Rebecca, Ch. 9

As Amelia and Rebecca made their way into the kitchen, Michael and Andrew walked outside to enjoy the California summer evening.

“How have you and Rebecca been doing?” Andrew said as he poured himself a glass of wine.

“Better, though we still have a long way to go,” Michael said as he relaxed in his favorite chair on the deck. His dad offered him a glass of wine as Michael thought about how to tell his dad that Rebecca might be pregnant, “She thinks she might be pregnant and I don’t know whether to be happy or terrified. I’ve always wanted kids, but Rebecca was less than enthusiastic about it until I got in my accident. She’s more open to it now, but I don’t know if the stress of having a kid combined with me going back to work is going to be easy, and I don’t want to screw up what we’ve been working on over the last three months.”

“Have you thought about not going back to work? I mean you’ve got enough money to live comfortably and it’s not like you need to be under the stress,” Andrew said as he wondered why his youngest son would want to go back to work for a company that had treated him so poorly.

“I’ve thought about it, but I need to be working,” Michael said, “I’m only 36 and the last three months have been driving me crazy. Rebecca took away my car keys and cell phone because I kept trying to go into work. As much as I love the time with Rebecca, I need to be able to get up every morning and feel like I accomplished something with the previous day. Otherwise I just don’t see a point in getting up.”

“Maybe a change of venue is in order,” Andrew said, “Going back to work at the place that almost cost you your marriage can’t be the healthiest thing in the world. Have you thought about what we talked about last time?”

“I have dad, and to be honest, I don’t think its a good idea,” Michael said, “Rebecca loves California and coming to work for you would mean relocating to the east coast. And I had my reasons for leaving in the first place. We’re on good terms now, and I don’t want to screw that up by working together again. Remember what happened the last time?”

Before Andrew could protest Amelia and Rebecca walked out onto the patio with the salad, appetizers, lasagna and drinks. He looked over to his son and whispered that they would continue the conversation later.

“I hope you gentleman are hungry, because Rebecca has prepared a feast,” Amelia said cheerfully, “And it all looks amazing. We’ll eat out here since the weather is so nice.”

“Thank you Amelia, I really appreciate it,” Rebecca said, blushing like a school girl, “But don’t let her fool you, she did most of the work.”

Michael and Andrew exchanged perplexed glances, both wondering what had happened between their wives. The last time they had talked had turned into a screaming match between the two women, with both their husbands pulling them off each other. The change in attitude almost overshadowed the food, but both men were hungry, so they brushed it off and dug in.

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