And so she had told him a little, about the happy person she had once been and the baby and husband-to-be she'd had, and he sat, as she had for him, quietly.
She told him about the ultrasound and the Edwards syndrome and he didn't start demanding if she'd been thoroughly tested this time around, he just sat. And he didn't insist that it was unlikely to happen again and that his brilliant sperm couldn't possibly be at fault, he just sat.
'Thomas,' Kylie said. "Thomas Eric Hayes.'
And he wanted to put his hand up and tell her to stop.
"You had a baby, I get it.'
But they had to share themselves.
'Thomas, because I love the name. Eric after my brother, and Hayes because I didn't want Jamal to be attached to him. He didn't want him...'
And still he sat there as Kylie, angry, pregnant, lay in the bathtub.
'He's in the drawer.'
