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'Wolfy'
Date: Aug 22nd, 2007 3:14:36 pm - Subscribe
Mood: eh ... no words


Okay ... The results to the DNA test were delayed until this morning.

Rachel and I showed up at the hospital at nine AM, just like we were supposed to and guess what?

The doctor didn't come in until about eleven thirty.

I was scared shitless and then in walks Jen with this huge guy behind her carrying this TINY little girl with blonde hair, green eyes and dimples...

Blonde, green eyes and Dimples...

And as soon as I saw her I thought, 'HOLY SHIT ON SUNDAY! SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME!!!'

Rachel dug her fingernails into my arm and I noticed Jen had this really satisfied smug grin on her face.

So we sit down and are waiting, me so on edge I turned my fingernails backward on the arms of the chair.

I'm a compulsive nail-biter. I get nervous I rub my nose and bite my nails, that's how its been for years.

Well, just as we were about to give up on Charlie showing his face the door opens and he strolls in.

Which was a BIG shock, i seriously expected him to be shacked up in New Mexico with some busty redhead or driving around the North West in his little motorhome.

But, the always late Charlie shows up LITERALLY as the doctor was opening the envelope.

He grins like a possum (forgive the West Virginia Speak) then his face kind of falls off a cliff when he sees Nevaeh.

"Holy shit! She's got my ears!"

And Nevaeh claps her hands over her mouth and shouts, "He said a wordy-durd!"

Now, before I go on I want to string out the suspense a little longer and tell you about Charlie Hammrick.

Charlie and I, when we were kids, were often mistaken as brothers, when in fact Charlie and David Morris (another friend of mine) are more closely related than he and I.

Charlie had white blonde hair as a kid, and like me, has dimples. But, Charlie and his whole family (before they died) had brown eyes.

Anyway, back to the DNA test.

I was feeling the pre-pukes so badly I believe I was drooling.

You know, that shaky, sweaty, hot and cold feeling. When you start salivating so much you can barely swallow it all?

Ok, well, I was sitting there feeling massive pre-pukes and tapping my foot and wishing the stupid insert in my prosthetic weren't made of rubber because I was sweating like mad.

(Yes, I'm an amputee, but that's another story.)

Anyway.

Charlie sits down and I want to smack him because he's sitting there all relaxed and I'm practically having an panic attack.

The doctor opens the envelope and it takes like an hour it feels like and he reads over the results and looks up at Charlie.

And I know he's wondering why the hell Charlie was even there because Charlie didn't have a part in the test. He missed it.

But Jen insists the doctor read the results and I think thats when I stopped breathing.

Dennis got a negative and he kind of smiled sadly and rubbed Jen's back as if she needed comfort.

Then the doctor says my name and Rachel's fingernails bite into my hand again and Jen is grinning like the devil she is.

That sweet little tight lipped smile of hers and her eyes were boring into me and I honestly believed I was going to throw up.

Negative...

And Jen's smug expression shattered like a house of glass.

Her mouth came open and her jaw started working up and down like a fish out of water.

Then I look over at Charlie, realizing exactly what my negative meant.

His expression never changed. He just took up Jen's smug smile from the floor, dusted it off and slapped it on his own face.

I could almost hear his thoughts.

'What now, Bitch?'

And Jen just sat there her mouth opening and closing a soft clicking sound coming from her throat.

I honestly thought she was going to throw up!

But instead I laughed.

I had NEVER seen Jen not in control. I had never seen her NOT get her way.

And then I realized she herself had believed Nevaeh was mine and had counted on me being honorable enough to take full responsibility for her.

Charlie stands up, and takes Nevaeh into his arms.

I was in shock, being all whimpy and pre-pukey so I don't remember the entire conversation.

But I do remember Jen just sat there through the whole thing looking as if her world had just crashed in around her.

And you know what? I kind of felt sorry for her...

In a small, hidden kind of way. Mostly I just sat there all quiet not thinking about anything but how I was going to react when I woke up.

The conversation I missed out on ended with Charlie taking me, Rachel and Nevaeh out for lunch at this ice cream place.

I didn't eat much but Nevaeh ate her own sundea and Charlie's then looked up at him with chocolate all over her face and burped.

Then I laughed and realized she was Charlie's daughter, she had his stomach and his ears.

AND, I found this out as we walked out of the restaurant. She's got Charlie's grandma's green eyes.

Well ... Rachel and I got back to the apartment and the first thing I did was start crying.

Yes, I bawled my eyes out.

Part of me had hoped Nevaeh was mine. Part of me had wanted her to be my daughter so the pain of my own lost children would seem less.

But that wouldn't have been right. That wouldn't have helped at all.

So, after I cried for an hour I sat up and kind of got over it, so to speak...

I'm happy Charlie has a reason to stay now. I'm glad he's got someone he can call family.

And from the look on his face when Nevaeh called him her 'Wolfy' I'm pretty sure he's not going to be running anymore.

So, if anyone in my home town sees Charlie and Nevaeh say 'hi' and watch out. All that town needs is another Hammrick Kid running around causing trouble like Charlie and his sister did as children.

But, I suppose its about time someone started causeing a little trouble in the Hammrick name. And who better to do it than a four year old girl and her 'Wolfy'.
Comments: (1)

tron - August 23rd, 2007 Big sigh of relief... when youre ready for kids again you'll have them. Just relax and go with the flow.

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