Garlic, the first she’d had since The Fall. She rolled the clove between her fingers. The skin crackled, the smell wafting to her nose brought back memories. Meals shared with others. Food and laughs. Her eyes moved from the clove to the knife. Still with that rough spot near the middle of the edge.
The smell of garlic was as good as she remembered. Two cloves should be fine. Sautéed with onion before she added kale for the omelets. Kaia pushed the vegetable mix around in the pan with a wood spoon. A thing Theo had made. Less of a spoon and more of a stick with a wide end, a kind of poor spatula. The handle wasn’t even straight, but Kaia liked that. It had character. She knew it, how it balanced in her hand and on the edge of her pots and pans.
Her thoughts moved from the spoon to Theo, and back the knife. As long as she didn’t ask him to sharpen the blade she could still do so. Some part of herself knew that, but not in a way she understood. It was a buried idea. Even though using the knife would sometimes lead to a touch of frustration it also made her happy. A hint of joy came each time the blade caught where it should have cut easy. Joy that she could ask Theo to fix it. Joy that she needed him in her life. Wanted him in it. A silly thing to think. It wasn’t only his handy skills she wanted, not in the least. But the knife was a tangible reminder. A thing she could hold.
With the food sizzling away, Kaia lifted her eyes to look out the window. Theo, outside, working on replacing one of their trailer tires, looked up and waved. Kaia smiled. Then her eyes went wide, her hand moved to her stomach. Her mouth fell slack.
The front door banged open and rushed to his wife’s side. “What’s the matter? What happened? I saw…Hey, you okay?”
“I’m good.” Kaia touched his arm. “I felt a kick, maybe—some kind of movement.”
“Really?” His eyes went wide with wonder and moved from Kaia’s face to her belly, then back and forth. Like he couldn’t decided what was more important to look at. The woman he’d fallen in-love with, or the child she carried. He put his hand on her belly. “Maybe it’ll happen again.”
The couple stood there, he behind her. His hands on her stomach, food cooking on the stove next to the growing family.