Chapter 12 - The First Night of Benjamin's Life
Benjamin spent his first night in the neonatal observation unit.
Not intensive care.
Observation.
That distinction became sacred to me.
His breathing was slightly fast after the C-section.
Doctors assured us it was common.
Clara still cried every time someone wheeled him away.
I understood.
Loss had taught both of us to fear temporary separation.
Around sunrise, Rachel went home to shower.
I remained in the chair beside Clara's bed.
She looked exhausted.
"Did you sleep?"
She asked.
"No."
"You should."
"I will later."
She stared at the ceiling.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then she said, "I hated you in the operating room."
I looked at her.
She continued.
"And I needed you."
I stayed quiet.
"I don't understand how both can happen at the same time."
"They can."
She turned toward me.
"You don't get to tell me that."
"You're right."
A faint smile appeared.
Not warmth.
Recognition.
I was learning.
Clara looked toward the empty bassinet.
"I kept thinking if something happened to him, the last months of my pregnancy would be what I remembered."
My throat tightened.
"Stress."
"Fear."
"Cleaning rooms."
"The hallway."
I looked down.
"I'm sorry."
She didn't stop me this time.
"I know."
We sat with that.
No acceptance.
No absolution.
Just acknowledgment.
At eight, a nurse brought Benjamin in.
His breathing had normalized.
Clara immediately reached for him.
Watching her hold him changed something inside me that therapy hadn't reached.
She looked fragile and powerful at the same time.
She tucked him against her chest.
He settled almost instantly.
"Do you want to hold him?"
She asked.
I looked at her.
"Yes."
She handed him to me carefully.
I had held babies before.
Niecies.
Friends' children.
None prepared me.
Benjamin weighed six pounds, two ounces.
His entire body fit between my forearm and chest.
His eyes opened briefly.
Dark.
Unfocused.
I stared at him.
"Hi."
My voice cracked.
"I'm your dad."
Clara turned away.
I wondered whether the sentence hurt her.
It hurt me.
Dad.
What did that word mean?
Provider?
Protector?
Example?
I had spent months failing all three categories before he even arrived.
Benjamin yawned.
I laughed through tears.
"He looks annoyed."
Clara smiled.
"He has your eyebrows."
"Poor kid."
That time she actually laughed.
One small laugh.
It lasted maybe two seconds.
But hearing it felt like sunlight entering a condemned building.
Then her expression changed.
She watched me hold him.
"Nathan."
"Yeah?"
"I need to say something before we leave the hospital."
My stomach tightened.
"Okay."
"I don't want you coming home."
I nodded.
"I understand."
"I don't want you sleeping there."
"I won't."
"I don't want surprise visits."
"Okay."
"I want a schedule."
"Okay."
She looked frustrated.
"Stop agreeing so easily."
I almost smiled.
"You want me to argue?"
"No."
"Then I'm not going to."
She rubbed her forehead.
"This isn't the Nathan I know."
That hurt.
But I answered honestly.
"The Nathan you knew did a lot of damage."
"People don't change in a month."
"I agree."
"Then what is this?"
I looked at Benjamin.
"Practice."
She went quiet.
"I'm practicing not making everything about what I want."
Clara stared at me.
Benjamin moved against my chest.
Finally she said, "I filed for separation."
"I know."
"I might file for divorce."
"I know."
"Does that scare you?"
"Yes."
Her eyes narrowed.
"But you're not going to ask me not to."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because if I ask you to stay before you've had room to decide what you want, I'm still trying to control the outcome."
Clara's face changed.
A tear slid down her cheek.
I looked away to give her privacy even though we were three feet apart.
"Nathan."
I looked back.
"I wish you had figured this out before."
"So do I."
She wiped her face.
"I loved you so much."
Past tense.
I felt it like a blade.
"I know."
"No."
She shook her head.
"I don't think you do."
She looked toward the window.
"When I found the receipt, I didn't think affair."
"I thought cancer."
My breath caught.
"What?"
"I thought maybe you were sick and hiding medical appointments."
She laughed shakily.
"That's how much I trusted you."
I couldn't speak.
"I invented tragedies to explain the lies."
She continued.
"Because betrayal wasn't even on my list."
My eyes burned.
"I'm sorry."
She nodded.
"I know."
This time, the words meant something different.
Not forgiveness.
Recognition that I finally understood the size of the crater.
A nurse entered.
"Ready to try feeding again?"
Clara nodded.
I stood.
"I'll step out."
The nurse smiled.
"You can stay if mom wants."
I looked at Clara.
She considered me.
Then shook her head.
"Not yet."
"Okay."
I kissed Benjamin's forehead before handing him back.
Outside the room, my phone rang.
David.
I answered quietly.
"What's up?"
"The bar investigator wants an interview."
"When?"
"Next week."
"Okay."
"And Morrison's counsel finished preliminary review."
My stomach tightened.
"Did my disclosure affect the case?"
"Possibly."
I leaned against the wall.
"How badly?"
"The defense's settlement position changed shortly after the fundraiser."
My chest went cold.
"You think Daniel told them?"
"We don't know."
"How much money are we talking?"
David hesitated.
"Potentially several million."
I looked through the window at Clara holding our newborn son.
"What happens now?"
"We prepare."
"For what?"
"Everything."
I closed my eyes.
The birth of my son had not paused the consequences.
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