Sidebarred: A Legal Briefs Novella by Emma Chase Read Free Book Online

get scared, when those dark worries creep up on you, you don’t look at your computer in the middle of the night. You bring those worries to me, okay? Because you’re not alone, Raymond. We’ll talk about it and figure things out together. Can you do that for me?”
    Raymond takes his glasses off, dries them on his T-shirt, then slides them back on.
    “Yeah, Jake, I can do that.”
    “Thanks, buddy.”
    I give his head another hug as I stand—smacking him on the back.
    “Let’s head inside for dinner.”
    Raymond peers out into the backyard. “I’m gonna stay out here for a few minutes if that’s okay?”
    “Sure. Totally okay.”
    I walk back toward the house but only make it a few steps before Raymond calls my name. When I turn around, he says, “You know, Jake, my dad was a really great dad.”
    I smile. “I know. I can tell by how you guys are turning out.”
    Raymond thinks for a moment, choosing his words. “You’re pretty great at the dad stuff, too.”
    Kids are incredible—their insight, their capacity to adapt and accept, grow and love. They’re powerful, too. We’d all be in some seriously deep shit if they ever realized just howmuch power they have over us. Because the warm, tingling, insanely proud, totally devoted feeling that spreads through me—it’s indescribable. And Raymond did that. He gave me that.
    I clear my throat. “Thanks, Raymond. That . . . means a lot.”
    He nods. And then goes back to playing basketball.
    And I head into the house to kiss my wife again, and help take care of the other minions.
    ****
    Later that night, after homework is done, the dishes are clean, and the kids are all tucked in their beds, I sit alone at the kitchen table with a bottle of scotch and a half-empty glass in front of me. Chelsea walks in, her hair pinned up from her bath, dressed in cotton, pastel-pink pajamas. Her steps slow when she sees me. And I feel her eyes drift to the bottle, then back to me.
    She knows me, inside and out—knows I’m not a drinker. Unless there’s a reason. So she pulls out a chair and quietly sits down. The crystal-blue eyes that own my dreams, hold me in their grasp.
    “What’s going on, Jake?”
    I sip the scotch, then watch the amber liquid bob when I set the glass back down on the table. My voice comes out hushed but certain. “I would pick you.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Finally, I look up at her, and I know my face is clouded with guilt. “In that scenario that always plays out on TV shows, when the doctors tell the father he has to choose between the life of the baby or the life of the mother . . . I would pick you.”
    Her head tilts to the side and her voice is so soft. “I would want you to pick the baby.”
    “I know. I know that.” I stare into her eyes. “But I would still pick you.”
    Is that as fucked-up as it feels? I raise the glass to my lips, draining it empty, trying to wash the feeling away.
    And my whispered words slice the stillness of the moment. “All of this only works if you’re here. It begins with you, it ends . . .”
    I’m not good with flowery, romantic kinds of words. But she makes me wish I was.
    Because she’s more than my wife—more than the owner of the pussy that has me so very whipped. She’s my love, my home, the solace to my soul, the keeper of my heart, the center of my entire fucking world. The only reason I really believe in my own goodness is because I see it reflected in her eyes.
    “Without you, I don’t know how . . . I don’t know what I’d do.”
    A sad smile haunts Chelsea’s rosy lips as she rises and plants herself on my lap. My arms automatically wrap around her.
    “I know what you would do.” Her fingers comb through my hair soothingly, rubbing at the base of my neck. “You would hold all the kids at once, because your arms are big enough to do that. And you’d let them all sleep in the bed with you, so you could be right there if they needed you. Then, after a few days, you’d