Emmy Laybourne - Sky on Fire

‘Oh,’ I said. I sat back in my chair. ‘Okay.’

‘The only thing I regret about what we did is that I think Jake saw us and I am worried about him. What you said about him committing suicide… I don’t know. We need to watch him.’

She chewed on her lip for a moment.

Then she looked at me and smiled, glancing away. I think she was sort of blushing, even.

‘But as for this afternoon? I thought it was… awesome.’

My heart had some kind of a seizure.

‘But I… I feel like I forced you. Did I force you?’ I said.

Now she looked shocked.

‘No!’ she exclaimed. ‘Did I force you ?’

‘No, I mean, I wanted to do what we did. Very, very much. It’s just…’

I didn’t know what to say.

‘Dean, can I ask you something?’

I blew out a big breath of air. I knew what she was going to ask.

‘Was it your first time?’

The blush that hit me could have melted paint. I think I started stammering.

Astrid reached out and grabbed my arm.

‘It’s okay!’ She laughed. ‘Everyone has a first time.’

I tried to laugh, but I still felt really embarrassed.

‘It’s just not everyone who has a first time under the influence of a deadly chemical warfare compound,’ she added drily.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘It’s gonna be hard to top it, frankly.’

We both laughed.

I scratched my head. I think even my scalp was beet red.

Then Astrid leaned over and kissed me.

It was a soft kiss. Her lips parted just a bit as she pressed them against mine.

I kissed back, my mouth feeling strong pushing against hers. She was answering me with her mouth and it was a quiet, sweet yes.

And then she pulled back gently.

‘ That should have been our first kiss,’ she said quietly.

I sat for a moment, taking it all in.

‘There’s no reason why it can’t be our first kiss,’ I answered her. ‘This could be, I don’t know, the official start of Us.’

‘Dean—’ she started to protest.

‘Astrid, you know how I feel about you. I’m crazy about you—’

‘Dean, no. Not now.’

‘Why? I’m good for you. You said it yourself, I’m a good guy. I would never leave you like Jake did—’

‘Dean! Listen to me. If Jake confronts us, I’m going to say it was a huge mistake. I’m going to say it was just the compounds.’

‘But why?’

‘Look, maybe I have a little crush on you right now. But Jake’s the father of my baby. And he’s in really bad shape. He needs me. You said it yourself, he’s depressed. He could be suicidally depressed! He probably needs the promise of… of being with me, if he’s going to make it through this disaster.’

‘That doesn’t make sense.’

‘It does to me,’ she said.

‘It’s not fair!’ I protested, probably sounding like a dumb kid.

She laughed bitterly. ‘What about any of this is fair, Dean?’

Then she squeezed my hand.

‘I’m sorry.’

And she rose to walk away.

I sat back in my chair.

‘That’s it? End of discussion?’

‘For now,’ she said.

It seemed outrageously unfair. When he was the king of the hill – the most popular, the most handsome – Jake got to be with Astrid. And now he was going to get to be with her because he was a pathetic mess.

When she liked me .

Me.

I stood up and headed back toward the berths.

No way was he going to win this one. I didn’t know how it would play out, but I wasn’t letting Jake get Astrid without a fight. And you know what, it felt good to have something to fight for, besides the old garden variety survival.

I couldn’t get back to sleep so I made everyone a big breakfast.

A little crush on me.

Astrid had a little crush on me.

Was it wrong to feel a heart-spike of happiness in the middle of the Apocalypse?

I carried the food over to the Kitchen, and lit the fire in Astrid’s fire pit.

The kids were excited when they saw the fire pit. It was something new.

They had stopped asking us about being rescued, I’d noticed. I’d stopped even thinking about being rescued. We all just stayed in the moment.

Jake came over, walking like he had a hangover.

He took a big bowl of oatmeal and a big mug of coffee with creamer.

Astrid came, dressed in my blue sweater and a pair of jeans. Was it some kind of message to me, the sweater?

Was I supposed to be placated by it?

The kids got their oatmeal.

‘Cinnamon spice?’ Chloe complained. ‘Are we out of peaches and cream flavour?”

‘If you can find it, you can make it for yourself,’ I told her.

‘Nah, I’ll just eat this.’ She sighed benevolently.

‘Yeah, you’re welcome,’ I said.

‘Jake, I have to tell you something,’ Astrid announced. She sat down opposite him at the table.

Jake took the fireplace poker and jabbed at the Duraflame burning in the centre of the brass fire pit. ‘Save it. I already know.’ He scowled. ‘I saw.’

‘Saw what?’ Caroline asked.

‘It’s not about that,’ she said. ‘That was just an accident. We’re Os. It just happened.’

‘What just happened?’ Caroline asked again.

‘I have news for you,’ Astrid barrelled on. ‘Good news.’

Jake set down his plastic spoon and looked up at her.

‘We getting rescued?’ he said bitterly.

‘I’m pregnant,’ Astrid said.

Jake just stared at her.

‘What?’ he asked.

‘I’m going to have your baby, Jake.’

She pulled up her sweater – my sweater – and showed him her belly.

Jake saw the rise now.

Once you saw it, you couldn’t miss it.

‘How far?’ he croaked.

‘Four months,’ she said.

‘You’re gonna have a baby?’ Caroline gasped.

Astrid nodded. A smile played on her lips.

The kids squealed. They jumped up, so delighted. So happy. They hugged her and danced around.

Astrid laughed and let them have their moment, but her eyes kept flickering toward Jake.

Jake roared with happiness and jumped up. He swept Astrid into a big hug and kissed her.

I’d had enough.

I walked away.

‘What’s wrong with Dean?’ I heard Henry ask.

‘He’ll be okay,’ Astrid said, loud enough for me to hear.

Sure, sure, I’d be okay.

The girl I loved, who loved me back or at least liked me back, was going to get back together with her manipulative, depressed, drug-addicted boyfriend.

Also, the world as we knew it had ended and add to that the fact that I had killed a man. That one kept creeping up on me.

I went to look at the hole. I wanted to take down some shelf-boarding from the Accessories Department and put it up over the hole as a layer of extra protection.

That’s when I heard the noise.

Something was rattling in the storeroom.

‘Hello?’ I called into the dark space.

I shined a flashlight around.

There was the shattered Operations Centre, with the useless panels that had once controlled our power, air, and water.

There were the two lifeless bodies near the wall in their matching floral shrouds.

Boxes of merchandise spilled their guts here and there.

Empty pallets in a messy stack against the gate, next to the intercom.

Everything was in its place.

The rattle came again and it wasn’t coming from the loading bay gate.

It was coming from the hatch.

I stormed back to the Kitchen. They were all gathered there, lingering over the breakfast that I had cooked for them.

‘Jake!’ I shouted. ‘Did you leave the ladder hanging down from the roof?’

‘What?’ Jake asked, looking befuddled.

‘Did you leave the ladder hanging down from the roof when you left us, three days ago?’