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A warm summer breeze caressed my bare shoulder as I leaned over to take
Bekka out of her pushchair. She looked at me intently and gurgled
something back to me. I kissed her on her forehead. She smiled and made
a little cooing sound.
"Oh that's lovely," said Mary," you both look so sweet"
She took out her mobile phone and took a quick series of photos as I sat
on the park bench, put Bekka to my right breast and started giving my
precious gift her mid-morning snack. Mary took out the shawl from
Bekka's bag and draped it over the two of us so that my partial exposure
would not attract unpleasant comments from passers by with prudish
attitudes.
"Want a cuppa?" asked Mary.
"Is the shop open yet?" I asked.
"It should be, the sign says nine thirty on a Saturday," she replied
pointing at a nearby advert for refreshments in the park.
"Yes, I'd love one then," I replied.
"OK, back in a bit," she said, before walking off in the direction of
the Hornsey Park Tea Shop.
As I watched her make her way along the path, the yellow headscarf,
covering up her hair loss from the anti-cancer treatments, flickering a
little in the soft wind, I marveled at how things had changed in the
last two months. Apart from the side effects from the treatment,
occasional nausea and hair loss, Mary had regained a strength and
vitality that I hadn't seen since the early days of her being pregnant
with Bekka.
It was less than a week since we had returned to London, from
Manchester, and she was already making plans to return to her work in
the planning department of the local council, even if only part time to
begin with.
Bekka made a little whimper as she exhausted the milk supply in my right
breast; I quickly transferred her to the other one while rearranging the
shawl over my thin summer dress. I wondered how it was going to feel
about returning to wearing male clothes from Monday when I went back to
working in the office, instead of from home. I had managed to just about
sustain my present level of responsibilities by remotely accessing the
company computer and phone systems but until I returned I would not be
able to take up the much-improved job I had been offered.
"Where do you want it, Stephanie?" asked Mary returning with the cups of
tea.
It had been so much simpler to continue to sustain the image of being a
woman, while living in Manchester with Mary's parents that I had even
got used to being called 'Stephanie' all the time. Even Mary had
switched to calling me that since she felt that to constantly to change
from a male to a female name would be confusing and could lead to
embarrassing slip ups.
"Oh I was lost in thought, you were quick, I didn't see you come back,"
I responded, "by here on the arm is fine."
She placed the paper cup carefully on the arm of the park bench and held
it until I was able to re-position Bekka to free a hand to take it. I
took a sip of the hot, reviving liquid.
"Nothing like this, sitting in the park on a lovely summer morning with
the two people I love the most," I said.
Mary knelt forward to kiss first Bekka and then me.
"You took the words out of my mouth," she said.
She sat down next to me and put her hand on my thigh, slowly stroking
the bare skin.
"Mmmm, that's nice Mary," I said quietly.
"You have such lovely legs, my sweet," she said.
"You too, ma cherie," I whispered.
She moved her hand to my neck and softly caressed my face and shoulders.
She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek and then on the
lips. I turned my face towards her and returned her kiss with passion.
"I love you Stephanie.....sorry Steve, oh so confusing," she whispered
with a smile.
"I love you too, Mary," I whispered back.
At that moment Bekka decided that it was time for these adults to stop
being silly together and to return their attention to the most important
individual in the universe. Her.
I stood up and rocked her in my arms to quieten her whimpering.
"Shall we walk, I can hold Bekka," I said, "if you push the buggy, she
should be OK in a little while."
"Sure," said Mary with a strangely sad look in her eyes.
"What's up?" I asked, after we had walked a few yards along the path.
"Nothing...it's a lovely day, it's nice to be in here at this time of
day," she replied smiling with her mouth only, the small tears welling
up in her eyes saying something completely different.
"Please, Mary, tell me what is upsetting you," I said.
"It's nothing, really, everything's wonderful," Mary said, avoiding eye
contact as she spoke.
I put my hand on the buggy to stop it and then put our sleeping child
back in. I took Mary's chin and turned her face gently towards me.
"Please Mary, let's not do that again, and not tell each other how we're
feeling. If there is something that is upsetting you I want to know"
There was a pause for a few seconds and then Mary took out a small
handkerchief from her bag and dried her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Stephanie, I have no right to have these feelings," she said
haltingly.
"What feelings Mary?" I asked.
"Well, it's hard to say this and it sounds so strange...." she started
to explain and then somehow the words wouldn't come out.
"Please tell me," I said, turning away from her and slowly pushing the
buggy along the path," I want you to be happy, my love"
We walked without talking for a few minutes.
"I am jealous, Steve," she said quietly. I was surprised at her
deliberate use of my male name.
"Why?" I asked.
"It's hard to explain and I don't really understand it myself," she
said,"but..well, ok it's like this. I see you and Bekka together and I
see you as such a wonderful parent to her, in fact you are both her
parents in one."
"But you are her mother and always will be," I countered.
"Yes, but I don't feel like I am at all now. You're the one she responds
to, I've seen how she always smiles at you when she sees you, she
doesn't really respond to me as much," said Mary with sadness in her
voice.
"It's early days, Mary, she is not four months old yet, and I'm sure at
the moment it's cupboard love you know," I said
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"She knows where the next meal is coming from," I said, laughing.
Mary smiled in response to my merriment.
"Maybe if we shared the feeding it would make you feel closer to her," I
suggested.
"I don't understand Steve, how can I do that?" Mary asked.
"There is a way," I said, smiling.
"What way?"
"There's always the milking machine," I said laughing.
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