Dancing Naked (28 page)

When the paperwork was complete and Sadie had left,
Derek approached the bassinet where Brenna now lay sleeping peacefully.

“I have a daughter,” he said, staring down at her.

Kia just nodded.

“Are you going to be okay?”

She tried to smile, but she felt her mouth tremble. “Yeah.” She drew in a long breath and then let it out. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, still staring at the sleeping baby. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The room was quiet.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around,” he said, still not making eye contact with her.

“Yeah, I guess.” Kia wished he’d hurry up and leave, it was so awkward, but he just stood there, staring at Brenna. Finally, she watched in amazement as he brought two fingers to his mouth, kissed them, then brushed the tips softly over Brenna’s cheek. Then, after one more long look, he abruptly turned and left the hospital room. Kia lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. She was so tired ...

Justin and Kia, who was holding Brenna, stood on one side of a small table in the front of the tiny hospital chapel. Joanna and Brett stood on the other side, holding hands. Kia’s parents sat in the only pew in the room, looking on.

The Reverend glanced at both couples, and when he saw they were ready, he lit a tapered candle and held it over the chalice that stood in the center of the table. “I light this candle,” he said in his warm, deep voice, “to mark the arrival of the bright new spirit of Brenna and
to note the love and concern shared for her well-being by all of us in this room. It is our task to make her world a better place and to do all we can to see she is raised with love and support.

“This is a day of mixed emotions,” he continued, “and of confused feelings. It is a day of joy and of sadness, of dreams realized, of hard decisions made and,” his voice lowered, “of grief. We must be as gentle with one another’s hearts as we are with this newborn infant.

“Kia,” he said, turning to face her. “You have made the hard and painful choice to give your baby into the care of others to raise as their own in your place, believing that this is the best decision for her and for you. Are you ready to do this?”

Kia looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms. The collar of the pale yellow sleeper that Joanna had brought to take her home in poked out from beneath the tightly wrapped receiving blanket. Kia had tried to comb flat the fuzzy mass of black hair, but it was already sticking out all over. She tried to blink back her tears and could feel herself shaking. She drew the baby in, squeezing her tightly, afraid of what might come out if she opened her mouth. She knew what she was supposed to say, what she had to say, but she couldn’t say it. Finally, she just nodded.

She felt Justin’s arm around her shoulder. She sank against him.

“Joanna and Brett,” the minister continued, turning to the other couple. “You have gone through years of heartbreak and hope in trying to start your family. Until now a child has been a dream, a vision for you both. Today this dream becomes a reality with all its joys, but also with all
of its awesome responsibilities. Are you ready to accept this child into your care and raise her as your own?”

This time there was no hesitation. “We are,” they said with one strong voice.

“Kia.” The Reverend turned back to her. “Do you have anything you wish to say to your daughter or to her new parents?”

Kia nodded. She turned slowly and handed the baby to Justin. She noticed he held her confidently, as if he’d been among babies all his life. She picked up her journal, which she’d placed beside the flickering candle, and faced the couple standing across the table from her. “For the past eight months,” she told them, her soft voice trembling, “I have been keeping a journal. It describes all the feelings I’ve had about being pregnant and about my decision to put Brenna up for adoption.” Kia paused, took a deep breath and let it out. “I didn’t know that my entries had any purpose,” she continued, “but the night before she was born I skimmed through it and realized it was for her. I want to give it to you now, for safekeeping, and when you think Brenna is old enough to understand, please give it to her from me. I think it will help her understand what I’ve been through and why I gave her to you. My final entry is a letter to her.”

Kia cleared her throat, took another deep breath and read from the journal.

Tomorrow is your ‘birth’ day. We will finally meet face to face, even though I already feel like I know you. I have never felt a love like this before.

You will be going home with Joanna and Brett and I
believe their love for you is every bit as strong as mine. They want you as badly as I do. Their love must feel different than mine, for you are a part of me, and loving you is really like loving myself, but their love is just as real.

I know they will make excellent parents. After all, I chose them especially for you. You’ll know from reading this journal that giving you away is not what I wanted to do, but what I had to do, for your sake. It is the best thing for you, even though it doesn’t feel like the best thing for me right now. My hope is that you’ll learn wisdom, compassion and love from Joanna and Brett, for they have so much of it to offer.

I will love you always, little daughter.

Your mom,

Kia.

Kia closed the journal, placed it on the table and looked up to see Joanna wipe a tear off her cheek. Brett nodded, his eyes shining.

“Joanna and Brett,” the Reverend continued. “Do you have anything you’d like to say to Kia?”

They looked at each other and nodded. Justin was still cradling the baby, so they each reached across the table and took one of Kia’s hands, forming a triangle. Brett spoke first. “We know you’re taking a tremendous leap of faith by entrusting us with Brenna, Kia. In doing so, our lives become entwined in the most intimate sense and you will always be a valued and treasured part of all our lives.”

Joanna continued. “Brett and I find it hard to describe to you the depth of our desire to love and raise Brenna, Kia, and how completely she will be cherished.
We thank you, deeply, for giving us this opportunity.”

Kia nodded solemnly. She reached out for Brenna. Justin kissed the baby’s cheek and then, reluctantly, returned her to Kia’s arms. She too leaned over and kissed the tiny face.

“Kia,” Reverend Petrenko said. He paused, and in that moment Kia felt a horrendous wave of sorrow wash over her. She held the baby as tightly as she safely could. “I now invite you to give Brenna to her new parents.”

Although Kia was fully prepared for those words, the pain still cut right through her. She hugged the baby to her chest one last time and then, willing herself to put one foot in front of the other, she walked around the table and, very slowly, handed her to Joanna. Their eyes met and held. Then, somehow, Kia managed to get back to the other side of the table before collapsing into Justin arms. He held her close to him and she sobbed quietly into his chest.

The Reverend’s voice rose above the noise of her crying. “Spirit of Life,” he said. “Be with us in this time of joy and sorrow, of gladness and grief. Be with Kia as she comes to terms with the courageous choice she has made. Help her through her physical and spiritual recovery, giving her the comfort and peace of knowing she has made the best choice possible in a difficult situation. Walk with her as she returns to her life and help her realize her full potential as the fine young woman she is.

“Be with Brett and Joanna too, Spirit,” he continued, “as they take on the awesome and wondrous responsibility of raising a child. Help them find strength and love in each other, reminding them to keep their marriage strong and vibrant. Be with them too as they continue to dedicate
themselves to the raising of this child. May their sacrifices be born lightly in the face of their joy.

“And finally, Spirit,” he said, “be with little Brenna as she learns about this vast and wonderful world. May her life be filled with laughter and love, and may her occasional tears only serve to make the joys seem all that more wonderful.”

There was a long pause, during which only Kia’s ragged intakes of breath could be heard in the tiny chapel.

“Kia, Justin, Brett and Joanna,” the Reverend concluded, looking at each person as he said their name, “we are blessed with the presence of Brenna and her renewal of our human family. Let us carry the joy of her presence deep in our hearts to support us as we return to the world. Amen.”

Kia had stopped sobbing but still had her face pressed into Justin’s chest. The minister came and placed one hand on each of their shoulders. “Do you want to say goodbye, Kia?” he asked quietly.

She shook her head and held tightly onto Justin. Then she felt two hands gently touch her back before she heard footsteps leaving the tiny chapel. Brenna cried out just as the door shut behind the new family.

Kia stood with Justin for a long time, then pulled herself away and sat in the narrow space on the pew that her parents had created between them. They each put an arm around her. Eventually she sat back and wiped her eyes with the palms of both hands. Justin had come and sat beside them. He pulled off his glasses and wiped his own eyes. Her father blew his nose and her mom dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. Kia stared at the flickering candle and slowly felt her ragged breathing return to normal. She noticed that Joanna and
Brett had taken the journal. They had understood.

The minister had followed the new parents out of the chapel. Kia was grateful that no one was trying to cheer her up. She didn’t want to be cheered. She wanted to face the pain, to feel it deeply. Finally she stood up, went back to the table and blew out the flame. Her arms felt achingly empty and she longed to feel the movements of a baby deep inside her again. She remembered Sadie telling her that many girls who give their babies up for adoption go out and quickly become pregnant again. Kia now understood why. The sense of loss and loneliness was unbearably intense.

“Let’s go,” she said, starting toward the door.

They left the chapel together. Justin took her hand and they all returned to the fourth floor to collect Kia’s things from her hospital room. “I want to go upstairs and see Grace,” Kia said, “Just for a moment.”

Her father pressed the button for the sixth floor, and when they arrived she and Justin walked down the quiet corridor to Grace’s room. Kia peeked in her room and saw that the old woman was sleeping. She went back to the nurses’ station, borrowed a piece of paper and pen and wrote a note.

Our dance in the moonlight was special, Grace. I will always remember it.

Brenna’s gone to live with Joanna and Brett.

She hesitated and then added one last thought.

I’m gonna be fine. Love you lots.

K.

Kia left the note on Grace’s table. She took one last look at the old face and quietly blew her a kiss. Then she and Justin got back on the elevator with her parents.

Kia’s dad pressed the button for the main floor, but the elevator stopped first at the fourth floor. Another family stepped into the car. A complete family, Kia noted. The father was carrying the new baby in a car seat while the mother stood proudly beside them. The grandparents were buried under armfuls of flowers and balloons. The four of them were positively glowing, and they barely glanced at Kia, Justin or her mom and dad, who shuffled quietly to the rear of the elevator to make room for the newcomers. Kia felt that wave of emptiness wash over her again. She clenched her teeth and fought to hold back a fresh onslaught of tears. Her dad pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at his redrimmed eyes again, then her mother took the hanky out of his hand and wiped her own eyes.

It seemed like forever, but the elevator door finally opened into the lobby and the four of them stepped out.

From:
        Justin <
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To:
             Kia <
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Date:
          Aug. 21
Subject:
     T.O.Y.
hi kia,
all the seniors say hi and they want to know when you’re coming back. i told them you’d be back when you’re ready. i’m thinking of you lots.
chin up.
J

From:
        Justin <
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To:
             Kia <
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Date:
          Aug. 23
Subject:
     Still T.O.Y.
hi kia,
i talked to your mom last nite. i’m sure she told u. i can understand that u don’t want visitors right now. she tells me you’re all going out to the lake for a few days for a change of scenery. call me when u get back. i hope the weather holds 4 u.
hugs,
J.

From:
        Justin <
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To:
             Kia <
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Date:
          Aug. 28
Subject:
     hey you!
hi kia, are u back? did u catch any fish?
the seniors’ are going 2 hijack a bus and come over and storm your house if u don’t come by for a visit soon.
ps. is the nausea gone?
J