Read Empty Arms: A Novel Online
Authors: Erika Liodice
I shake my head. “After what I went through, I can’t stand the thought of it.”
“I understand, but it’s a lot different than it used to be. There aren’t maternity homes and psycho nurses that force you to give your baby away. Women have more choices now, more information.”
I turn to her, baffled. I never expected my daughter to be the one who talked me into adoption. But what she’s saying is true. Though adoption has never been an easy thing for anyone involved, it’s not the way it used to be.
I watch Paul bouncing Maggie on his knee, and suddenly the idea doesn’t seem so bad at all.
T
HAT NIGHT,
E
LLIE ORDERS PIZZA
for dinner. While we wait for the delivery man, the four of us form a circle around Maggie on the family room floor, cheering when she manages to roll over onto her back.
“When the doorbell rings, Ellie runs to get her purse and I head for the front door.
“Good evening, ma’am,” the teenage delivery boy says. “I have a large Meat Lovers and a large half-plain, half-Tex Mex.”
I take the pies. “Does that sound right?” I ask, as Ellie appears behind me with her wallet.
“That’s right,” she says, passing him her credit card.
“I’ll get the table set,” I call over my shoulder as I head to the kitchen. I stack the boxes on the counter and pull a stack of paper plates out of the pantry. I set the Meat Lovers pie to one side for Doug and Paul. I open the lid of the other box, curious to see what Ellie’s Tex Mex pizza entails. The sight of salsa and hot chilies stops me cold. Bandito pizza.
“Something wrong?” she asks, peering over my shoulder.
I look at her. “This is your father’s favorite pizza.”
She looks at the pie wistfully. “It’s nice to finally know where some of my tastes come from.” She sets her wallet down and opens the cabinet next to the microwave. She pulls out garlic, oregano, and red pepper flakes. “Is there anything else you’d like?”
As I look at the assortment she has lined up on the counter, a photograph in her open wallet catches my eye. “I know her.” I point to the photo of a woman with shiny red hair and turquoise eyes. “That’s Margaret Pearson.”
“Yes.”
“Why on earth do you have a photo of Margaret Pearson in your wallet?”
“She was my adoptive mother.”
“No.” I shake my head, thinking of her little boy and baby girl. “She couldn’t have been.”
“She was. We even named Maggie after her.”
“But that can’t be right. I used to babysit for Margaret’s children, Tommy and Maddie Rae.” The rambunctious, sword-wielding four-year-old springs to mind along with his sweet baby sister who had taken her first step into my arms; the precious beams of sunshine that had illuminated my darkest days after they took Emily away from me.
She steps toward me and takes my hand. “Tommy’s my older brother,” she says, “and I’m Madeline Rae. Ellie’s my nickname.”
I stare at her in disbelief. Mom had been the one who arranged the adoption, that’s how she got the file. All this time, I’ve hated her for making me give up my daughter, but she’d made it possible for us to be together without anyone knowing. Not me or Ellie or Mrs. Pearson or the neighbors. And when I told her about my grief, she tried to arrange for us to be together at the memorial service and Thanksgiving. For twenty-three years, I thought she was heartless and cruel, but she knew how much it meant to be there for your child’s first step and her first word. She gave me those memories. She let us be together. Once.
P
AUL TUCKS OUR BAGS
in the overhead bin and slides into the seat next to me. “That Maggie is sweet as sugar,” he says, following my gaze to the dark figures waving at us from the airport window. There hadn’t been a dry eye between us when we exchanged our final hugs and Paul and I disappeared down the jetway.
“She sure is,” I sigh, staring at the baby in my daughter’s arms. Doug’s arm is wrapped around Ellie’s shoulder, and the way she’s leaning into him tells me her despair matches mine. I miss them already and we haven’t even left. Ellie’s birthday is a month away, but it seems like a lifetime to wait.
I don’t take my eyes off Ellie until the plane taxis away from the gate. “So, are you glad you came with me?” I ask, turning to Paul.
He takes my hand and presses it to his lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“Are you ready to go home and adopt a baby of our own?”
He shrugs with a sheepish grin. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Maggie is a handful, God love her. I don’t know if I have the energy for that anymore. I might be better suited as a Poppy.”
For the first time in years, his forehead isn’t crinkled with concern and his eyes aren’t swimming with pain. He looks peaceful. And more than that, he looks happy.
“You know, Ellie had an interesting idea.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“She suggested we move to Asheville so we can be around Maggie and her future brothers and sisters.” I hold my breath, hoping he won’t get mad.
“I suppose we could sell the house.”
His response shocks me. I can’t believe we’re actually discussing this. “You could run your business down here.”
I can see his brain at work. “The climate would be a lot nicer for working outdoors. But wouldn’t you miss the nursery babies?”
I shake my head. “I have future grandbabies that need me. That need
us
.”
He nods, considering it. “It might be nice to start fresh.”
I think of the past five years. “We could use a new beginning.”
He looks at me and his eyes are filled with love. “I’ll do this with you, but only under one condition.”
“What?” I ask, hoping it’s something I can live with.
“I’ll never cheer for Duke.”
I laugh and shake his hand. “Deal.”
And just like that, we stop pulling each other in different directions and head toward the future.
Together.
Erika Liodice is the founder of the award-winning motivational blog,
Beyond the Gray
, where she shares her journey to publication while encouraging readers to reach for their own dreams. She is a contributor to literary and travel sites, including
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,
Reader Unboxed, The Savvy Explorer
, and
Lehigh Valley InSite
. She received a B.S. in Business and Economics from Lehigh University and studied fiction writing at Gotham Writers’ Workshop. Erika lives in Bethlehem, PA with her husband.
Copyright © 2011 Erika Liodice
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.