Chapter 3

Josh sat on the bed, stunned. “What do you mean? You can’t be! You’d have to have been like eight! What are you talking about?”

Amy, shaking, replied, “Josh, I’m thirty five. When I was fourteen I did some stupid things and ended up getting pregnant. When I was fifteen, twenty years ago yesterday, I gave birth to a baby boy that I gave up for adoption. Were you born here?”

Josh’s brain was taking a few laps to process what he just heard, but he managed to nod an answer to Amy’s question. “Which hospital? Memorial or St. Margaret’s?”

“Me-me-memorial I think. Mom mentioned it when I was younger, but I never really cared about that sort of thing, so I only half paid attention.”

Fuck. Tears rolled down Amy’s face, “Hi Josh. I’m Amy. I’m your mother.” And that kids, is how I met my mother.

Shut up!

“No. That can’t be. How do you know? There must have been a bunch of kids born there that day,” Josh argued.

She shook her head, “No. I remember it clearly. I gave birth late at night and the nurses said I was the first mother to give birth that day. There wouldn’t be much time left for any other woman to give birth.”

“But it’s possible! You just said it! There must have been another birth!”

“That also gave her child up for adoption?”

“Well ... well ... It’s poss-”

“Stop. Did your parents ever tell you anything about your birth mom? About me?”

“They said ... they said that she was ... young,” Josh fell silent. “Fuck.”

It was just after accepting the realization that this woman across from him spoke the truth, and almost certainly was his biological mother, that his brain finally caught up to events in real time. “Shit! I may have just got my mom pregnant!” he exclaimed, his eyes going wide.

Amy’s brain, being far more evolved, had already arrived at this conclusion a while ago and was just waiting for its offspring to catch up. She nodded solemnly, “Uh-huh. That’s a possibility.” She looked over at him as he sat on the edge of the bed, still naked. Her body betrayed her mind and she felt stirrings of lust starting to build up inside her. “Listen, Josh,” she began, struggling to keep her voice steady, “We’ve both got a lot to unpack here. I think it would be best if you go for now.” Before I jump you again. Stop that! “Give me your number and I’ll let you know as soon as I know if...,” she trailed off.

Josh looked up suddenly, “Yeah. RIght. Probably best.” He spotted a pen and paper on the nightstand and jotted his number on there. “Listen, Amy, I-”

“Are you okay if I just stay here until you’ve gone?” Amy cut him off, not wanting to prolong his presence any longer than necessary.

“Uh ... yeah ... sure. I’ll just grab my things. Talk to you soon?”

“I promise,” she said.