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Chapter 296: Brothers, For Real Now
LAKE
My family tree was complicated. Ms. Okafor asked us to draw one in class. Mine took four sheets of paper. I consumed the remaining part of my pencil on it.
I wasn’t bothered. That just meant I had a really good family.
The project was due on Thursday. Kofi came over on Wednesday after school. We worked at the kitchen table. Dad made snacks. We had our papers and coloured pencils spread out everywhere.
Kofi’s tree fit on one page. Easy. He has two parents. One sister and four grandparents. And two sets of aunts and uncles. Nothing wrong with that. It just wasn’t as interesting as mine.
“Who’s that?” Kofi asked, pointing at my paper, which had already expanded onto the second sheet.
“That’s Cameron,” I said. “He married my dad. So he’s my other dad now, basically. Officially p>
“So you have two dads p>
“Yes,” I said. “Cameron and Lucian. Lucian is my original dad. Cameron is the one who came later but has always been here on Tuesdays, and now permanently p>
Kofi accepted this without difficulty. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing at another branch.
“That’s Sedona,” I said. “She’s Cameron’s sister. So she’s my aunt. She married Dante, who is Drew’s dad. So Dante is my aunt’s husband, which makes him my uncle p>
“And Drew p>
“Drew is Dante’s son,” I said. “Which means he’s my cousin, technically. But we call each other brothers because we decided that was more accurate when we were younger, and the technical word never really caught up p>
Kofi nodded thoughtfully. “And that one p>
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“That’s Nick,” I said. “Nick is Sedona’s son. Which makes him Cameron’s nephew. Cameron is my other dad. So, Nick is my p>
I paused. I had actually not fully worked this part out to a clean conclusion.
“Nick is mine,” I said finally. “The specific word is still being researched. But the relationship is solid p>
Kofi looked at the paper. “Who are all these people at the bottom p>
“Grandma Jennifer and Grandpa Parker,” I said, pointing. “They’re Cameron’s parents, which makes them my grandparents. They were always my grandparents, actually. I decided this when I was four, in Chicago, in the first hour after I arrived. I informed Cameron of the decision, and he said it seemed fair p>
“He didn’t get a vote p>
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“Kofi was quiet for a moment, looking at the full spread of my family tree, which now covered most of the
table.
“It’s very big,” he said.
“Yes,” I said proudly. “It took a long time to build. There were several years of complicated situations that I was involved in managing. I had a binder p>
“A binder p>
“For planning,” I said. “I keep records. It’s important to have documentation when your family is this large p>
Dad came over with the snacks. And he looked at the papers spread across the table. Dag had the expression he used when he was trying to hold back laughter. And was mostly succeeding.
“How’s it going?” he asked.
“I took time to explain the family structure. Kofi is learning p>
“I can see that. Do you need help with any of the, um, technical terminology p>
“I’ve handled it. There are a few classifications still under review, but the important parts are correct p>
“Which parts are still under review?” Kofi asked.
“The exact word for what Nick is to me,” I said. “Since it’s two steps through Cameron and one step through Sedona, and I haven’t found a single word that covers that specific combination yet p>
“Maybe you could make one up,” Kofi said.
I looked at him. This was actually a very good idea. And I was slightly annoyed I hadn’t thought of it myself.
“I’ll research existing options first,” I said. “For thoroughness. But yes. That’s a strong backup plan p>
That evening, after Kofi had gone home and I’d added three more annotations to my family tree project, I went to find Drew.
He was in the room we shared when he stayed over, which was most nights lately, working through his bird notebook with the focused quiet I’d known for years now.
“Kofi asked about the family tree,” I said.
“How did that go?” Drew asked, without looking up.
“Well, mostly. There are some classifications still being finalized p>
“The Nick one p>
“Yes,” I said. “I told him the relationship was solid, but the specific word was still being researched. He suggested making one up p>
Drew considered this. “What would you call it p>
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“Something that means: a person who is technically your cousin through one parent and your almost-nephew through the other parent’s sibling, but who you actually think of as a brother because he shows up every day and you share grandparents and you have a joint bird list and you once both needed each other at the same time without planning it p>
Drew looked up from his notebook.
“That’s very long for a single word,” he said.
“I’m open to abbreviation suggestions,” I said.
He thought about it for a moment, with the specific careful attention he gave to things that deserved it.
“Brother,” he said. “I think the word you’re looking for is just brother. Even if it came from a different direction than mine and Nick’s did. The result is the same p>
I sat with that for a moment.
He wasn’t wrong. The routes had been different. Drew had come through Dante, Nick had come through Sedona directly, I had come through Cameron and Lucian, and all three of us had ended up at the same table, same grandparents, same joint bird list, same family that had been built piece by piece through years of complicated situations that were mostly resolved now.
“Okay,” I said. “Brother. All three of us p>
“All three of us,” Drew agreed, and went back to his notebook.
I went back to my family tree project and wrote, very carefully, at the top of the fourth sheet of paper:
Note: Some family relationships do not have exact technical names. In these cases, the correct word is whatever the people involved have decided it is. This is also a valid classification system.
Ms. Okafor gave me full marks and wrote in the margin: This is, in fact, how most families actually work. Excellent observation, Lake.
I put it in the binder.
For documentation purposes.
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SEDONA
I did the test on a Tuesday morning while sitting alone in the bathroom.. I looked at the apparatus of the test result. I sat on the bathtub for a couple of minutes after that. I stared blankly around, just sitting with
The first feeling I got was fear. My body had been through a great deal. My remission was strong, my markers excellent, Dr Mitchell’s last three screenings entirely reassuring, but I had spent enough time understanding exactly what my body had survived to know that this was a question requiring an actual answer, not an assumption.
I called Dr Mitchell before I called anyone else. His assistant put me through immediately. That told me something about the flagging on my file after two years of careful monitoring.
“Sedona, is anything the matter p>
I think I’m pregnant. I need to know if this is safe, given everything p>
He was quiet for a moment. Though I didn’t think he was anxious, maybe he was thinking.
“Your current remission status is strong. Your last three screenings have been among the best results we’ve seen. The specific markers we track are not the type that pregnancy typically exacerbates. In fact, there’s evidence in the literature that hormonal changes can, in some cases, support the immune response we’ve been monitoring.” He paused. “I want to see you this week, before you draw any final conclusions. But Sedona, I’m not going to tell you to be afraid of this. Your body has done extraordinary work over the past two years. This is not a situation that contradicts that p>
I let out a breath. My eyes stung slightly. I hadn’t fully realized what I’d been holding.
“Okay. I’ll come in this week p>
“Sedona, before you hang up-congratulations. Whatever comes next, this is real, too p>
I sat in the kitchen for an hour after the call. The house was quiet around me. Nick is arschool. Dante is at the facility for a morning session. The specific peace of a weekday morning that I’d spent two years learning to simply be inside rather than always moving through.
I’d learned how to hold something uncertain without letting it become the only thing I could feel,
I held it. And underneath it, slowly, unmistakably, the other feeling arrived.
Dante came home at noon, earlier than expected, carrying the specific easy energy of someone who’d had
a good morning on the court and hadn’t yet been given any reason to adjust.
He saw my face before I’d said a word.
He set down his bag. He looked at me properly, giving me the full attention he gave to things that mattered.
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“What’s happened. Are you okay p>
“I’m okay. I’m very okay, actually. I just need to tell you something, and I want you to sit down first p>
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He sat down. I got him a cup of water. But he seemed to be more interested in what I had for him. I put the test result on the table between us.
He pulled away and sprang up on his fest, looked at it, and a smile played on his lips. I watched his face the way I always did when something important was at stake: Not performing or managing. Just receiving
I saw the initial stillness. Then, something moved slowly and deeply the way things moved in Dante’s mind when they were real rather than just surprising.
“You’re pregnant,” he said.
“I’ve spoken to Dr Mitchell. He wants to see me this week to confirm and run a full panel, but he’s not concerned about my remission status. He said my numbers are strong enough that he’s cautiously optimistic p>
“Cautiously optimistic,” Dante repeated, still looking at the test.
“He said congratulations,” I said. “Before I hung up. He said whatever the next steps are, that part is real p>
Dante looked up at me.
“We’re having a baby,” he said. Not quite a question. Not quite a statement. The particular soft space between believing something and being sure you’re allowed to.
“Yeah, we’re having a baby,” I confirmed.
He smiled healthily, reached across the table, and took my hands with both hands, exactly the same way he’d held them during the vows. He didn’t say anything audibly, but his face said much.
I didn’t need him to.
“Are you scared?” he asked finally.
“A little,” I said honestly. “Not the same fear as before, not the medical fear, not the alone fear. Just the regular kind. The kind that comes with something this big and this good arriving all at once p>
“Same, it is the regular kind p>
He stood up from the table, came around to my side, and pulled me close in the specific unhurried way he held things he was grateful for, not tight, not urgent, just completely present, both arms, no part of it held back.
“Drew is going to be completely unprepared for how happy he is about this,” he said, into my hair.
I laughed, surprised out of me. “Why p>
“Because he’ll have prepared several rational observations about sibling dynamics and developmental research,” Dante said, “and none of them will account for how it actually feels when it actually happens. He’ll be undone by it, very quietly, and then he’ll write it in his notebook p>
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“And Nick p>
“Nick is going to want to be in charge of something,” Dante said. “Immediately. He’ll propose several important jobs for himself before you’ve finished telling him p>
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I laughed again, properly, the full easy version, standing in my kitchen with my husband’s arms around me and two lines on a test on the table and a whole enormous future sitting quietly in the room with us, waiting to be lived.
“Dante p>
“Yes p>
“I didn’t think I’d get this. Not the baby specifically, but all of it. This time, Nick, I am at home, healthy. I’m married, the house, Drew, and Lake. All of it together. I spent so long a time when none of these seemed possible that I’m still sometimes surprised to find myself actually inside it p>
“I know,” he said.
“I don’t want to be surprised by it anymore. I want to just live inside it. Take it seriously. Stop waiting for it to turn out to be less than it is p>
He pulled back slightly to look at me.
“It’s not going to turn out to be less than it is. It’s going to keep being exactly this, and then it’s going to be this plus one more person, and that’s just what the next chapter looks like.” He touched my face briefly. “You’re allowed to just live in it, Sedona. You’ve earned that p>
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