Читать книгу Don't Ever Tell - Brandon Massey - Страница 18

Lying in bed together, Rachel cuddled against him. He stared at the dark ceiling, but didn’t close his eyes.

“Thinking about our baby?” she said.

“Yeah.” And other things.

“Justin Anthony Moore,” she said.

Shortly after their marriage, they had picked out possible baby names for a boy, or a girl. Rachel had approached the task with an intensity that approached obsession, as if determining a name in advance somehow secured their child’s future.

“What if we have a girl?” he asked.

“We’re going to have a boy.”

“It’s way too early to tell, Rachel.”

“I don’t care about what the ultrasound might tell us. I know what I feel.”

“I only want a healthy baby. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“A healthy baby…that’s what I want, too.” She was silent for a minute. “Love, do you ever think of going away?”

“Going away?”

“You know, like having a sanctuary…from the world. Somewhere you could be totally safe…without a care at all.”

“Like a getaway or something?”

“Hmmm…like that.”

“To get away from who?”

“No one in particular. Life…the world. Just the four of us—you, me, Justin…the dog.”

“A secluded getaway would be nice,” he said. “Maybe we can buy one if we start playing the lottery.”

“Maybe…” Her voice had softened to a whisper.

“Where would you want it to be?”

“Somewhere that…no one…knows about…”

“Such as?”

She didn’t answer. Her breathing had deepened. She was drifting asleep.

He lay awake a while longer, mulling over their strange conversation and what he had seen on her computer screen, and eventually, he drifted to sleep, too.