Learning to Dance

able to sneak out of her room to stay with him at night - her
presence seemed to help keep the pain away. He reached
out to gently brush a dark lock of hair from her face. She
stirred, and Up hastily wiped the wetness from his cheeks.
“Morning,” he said, as she stretched and looked up at
him.
“Hola,” she said sleepily, searching his face with her
eyes. Could she see that he’d been crying? He pressed a
kiss to her forehead and nudged her up, maneuvering his
legs onto the floor.
“Knock, knock, you two!”
Taz groaned and buried herself back under the thin
hospital blanket. They’d learned very quickly that it was
impossible to keep secrets around this place. Whatever it
was that their relationship was becoming, the entire nursing
staff of the G.L.E.E. hospital seemed to consider
themselves co-conspirators in the matter.
A nurse with curly hair and a round, kind face poked her
head around the door. “Not interrupting anything, am I
honeys?”
Taz’s hand emerged to throw a pillow at the door. Up
waited patiently.
The nurse ducked the impromptu projectile. “Just
wanted to let you know that Dr. Tripp was admitted last
night, she’s had her little girl. And what a sweetheart! Red
hair, just like her mother. They’re resting now, but Dr. T
asked if you would visit when you can – both of you.”
“Rosie’s had her baby?” echoed Up.
“About time,” came Taz’s voice from under the blanket.
“I’ll leave you to it, now,” the nurse said, giving Up a
saucy wink. He pressed his face briefly into his hands as
she left, then turned and pulled the blankets down far
enough to see Taz doing the same thing.
She lowered her hands and they looked at each other.