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conversations when baby
talk started to take its toll on me.
    I pointed that out to Jack one time.
He said, “You’re my best friend. I help you take care of your
child. And we don’t have sex. That might sound like marriage to
you, but I see no reason to make it legal and get the government
involved in our lives. It will just screw up
everything.”
    I can’t tell what he wants. Maybe he’s
conflicted and wants something that violates his rule. I only know
I haven’t dated anybody else. I don’t want to be in a relationship
if he should ever change his mind.
    Even with the women he has dated, I
don’t know what he wants. I haven’t met a woman yet who doesn’t
think he should be in a relationship that would lead to marriage.
Knowing his independent streak, he could be resisting marriage
because it is what everybody else wants for him. Why should they
know what would make him happy?

Chapter Three
    He got drunk on his thirtieth
birthday. It’s not just that he got drunk. He got drunk and drunk
dialed my mom. She called me and told me to pick him up.
    I had seen him earlier that night. I
had gone out to celebrate with him, but I had to leave because
being a mother doesn’t really allow me to take a night off.
Apparently, that was the case with the rest of his friends,
too.
    When I found him, he was severely
drunk. He wasn’t just celebrating. He had been drinking to forget.
I put his arm around my shoulder and helped to walk him out. He
pointed out two women at the bar and said, “I could have had a
threesome with them, but it seems some woman has poisoned my heart
to where I only want her.”
    I took him back to my place. I didn’t
want to leave him alone like this. I stripped him down to his
underwear and tried to put him in bed.
    “I need to pee.”
    I help him to the bathroom. He leans
over the toilet and is doing the best he can to stand there. I
notice his massive erection, which is popping out of the top of his
boxer-briefs. I free him from his underwear and point him at the
toilet, even though he is fighting against me.
    “Don’t tell Cathy you saw me this
way.”
    He doesn’t know I’m standing beside
him. I try to comfort him. “She won’t find out. Just go to the
bathroom so I can put you to bed.”
    His dick starts to get a little softer
as he starts to pee. I flush the toilet, pull his pants back up,
and wash our hands. As I’m walking him back to bed, he garbles out,
“It’s my birthday. How did I end up alone?”
    I lay him down on the bed. “Shhh. Just
go to sleep, Jack. It will all be better tomorrow.”
    “When I was a kid, I thought my
birthday wishes didn’t come true because I didn’t have enough
candles. How many candles do you need before your wishes finally
come true?”
    I start to run my fingers through his
hair and caress his chest. “I don’t know. What did you wish
for?”
    “I wished I had chosen Cathy over you
that night, or at least that we hadn’t had sex. Things would be so
much easier now.”
     
    As he’s confessing things I’ve longed
to hear, he doesn’t know I’m taking care of his drunk body because
of how I feel for him. I helped him pee knowing that is how he
needed me at that moment, just like he once helped me change
diapers, play with a fussing kid while I tried to sleep, or brought
me dinner when I was too much of a mess to go out in public from
taking care of a baby all day.
    As he babbles on about me, I hold him
tight. I take in the smell of his skin and am thankful for this one
chance to have him like this where he doesn’t have to think about
what is right or wrong. I kiss his neck and shoulders and know this
is the only time I will ever have to put my arms on his chest or to
wrap them around his waist.
    He confides in me that he drank vodka
tonight knowing it would act the same as Viagra on him. He tells me
my mom was his booty call. He begs me to take advantage of him so
he can pretend my mom is me. I refuse him, even though he