The Astronaut's Wife Page #3
"And the little man
screamed... "
"and stamped his foot. "
Honey, you sound so sad.
It's just the city, Nan.
It just gets inside you,
that's all.
You can't let it.
That's how you got in trouble
after Mom and Dad died...
and you sound like you did then.
Have you found a doctor
to talk to yet?
Uh-uh.
Not yet.
Promise me something, OK?
If it gets like it was before...
that you'll find
someone to talk to.
Nan, I really have to go, OK?
You're late.
You didn't get my message?
I had a dinner meeting tonight.
No.
I didn't check the machine yet.
Oh, well, I'm sorry.
I still ain't conquered
this corporate sh*t yet.
I'm going to take
a shower, honey.
Do you ever think...
what if I had a F-Fifteen
in World War II...
or a B-Seventeen in World War I?
No, never.
What kind of ass I could kick...
if I had that type
of advanced technology?
And how many different kinds
of ass are there?
Many kinds, love...
but the modern battlefield
is all electronic...
and the fighter that this man
has helped us design...
can detect, sort, identify,
and eliminate...
anything electronic.
You got two McLaren engines...
pumping twenty-five thousand
pounds of thrust...
wingspan of seventy-five feet.
Fully extended.
Oh, yeah, that's fully extended.
You got a top speed of eighteen
hundred miles per hour...
a ceiling
of fifty-five thousand feet...
and a crew of two.
The modern battlefield
is a blizzard...
a transparent,
electronic blizzard...
with planes and tanks...
and computers and missiles
all humming away...
and into that storm
flies our fighter.
It doesn't drop bombs.
It doesn't shoot missiles.
It just sends out a signal.
It's like the voice of God.
It's just a signal
that turns everything off.
I forget, Jackson-
who is the enemy now...
that we need your plane
to defend us from?
The enemy at this moment?
You are, dear.
You are.
The signal it makes-
what does it sound like?
Oh, humans can't hear it, dove.
Humans can't hear it at all.
Excuse me, a moment.
Miss Augusta
would like to see you.
Oh, all right.
Come on, Jackson.
Augusta has summoned us
to her bedside.
It's the good-night kiss.
After allowance...
it's the most important event
of the day.
The joys of parenthood.
Come on, Jackson.
Coming.
Why are you so far away?
I'm right here.
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
I don't understand any of this.
What they're talking about...
it's like they're
speaking in code.
Honey,
it's business,that's all.
Why do you have
to build that plane?
The way you talk about it,
it doesn't even sound like you.
Baby, it's my job.
My job.
You used to say
you'd fly forever.
You used to say they'd have
to bury you in the sky.
Yeah.
They almost did.
What are you looking for
when you look at me like that?
What are you hiding from me?
Nothing.
This is going to be
a little cold.
Let's have a look in here,
shall we?
Ah, there it is.
Let's take a measurement.
Nine weeks,
give or take a few days.
See this here?
This flickering?
What is that?
That's the heartbeat.
Is it supposed to be
moving that fast?
I would be worried
if it were not.
Everything looks fine, Jillian.
Well, that's interesting.
What?
Well, wait.
I'm not sure.
See this here?
What is that?
A second heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
It's twins, Mrs. Armacost...
twins.
This is a number
of a support group...
for women who are
expecting twins.
There's something
I didn't tell you...
for my chart.
I know I should've, but...
Afew years ago,
after my parents died...
I...
I had a bad time.
How bad, Jillian?
I would see them dead.
And sometimes, I...
I would see myself.
Did you seek treatment?
Were you hospitalized?
Does he know?
He's the one
that got me through it.
You are afraid...
that this pregnancy...
is going to bring
all that back, right?
Spend time with Spencer.
Go through this together.
Now that you know...
that all these feelings
you've been having...
are caused by the life
growing in you...
and by your body adapting to it,
oh, cherish it.
And if you need,
call me any time, day or night.
Thank you.
Just a nightmare, baby.
You were talking in your sleep.
What was I saying?
Couldn't tell.
It didn't sound like words,
really.
It was more like sounds.
I'm scared.
Well, I think it'd be strange...
if a first-time mother
wasn't scared, honey.
Come on.
Come with me.
There you go.
That's better, ain't it?
Everything's going
to be OK, isn't it?
Everything's going
to be just fine, honey.
And they're going
to be healthy, right?
They're going to be beautiful,
just like their mother.
What do you think they'll be
when they grow up?
What are they going to be?
Sh*t,they going to be
pilots, honey.
Just like their father.
All right, lean back here.
Let me wash your hair.
Am I dreaming, Spencer?
No, you're not dreaming.
And then he gives you
that look...
that "honey, I understand" look.
I don't care how long
he rubs my feet for.
He doesn't understand a thing.
He rubs your feet?
I know what you mean.
We're supposed to be going
through this together...
but I have never felt
more separate from him.
It's like there's something
going on in my body...
He rubs your feet?
I get into the bathtub
with my socks on.
Aah!
Oh, my God!
Jesus, you scared me.
You are in big trouble.
Do you like the pie?
I don't believe I can take
much more of this, honey.
How much do you like the pie?
Come get the pie.
First, I'm going to drink you,
then I'm going to eat you.
Get the pie.
I'm going to eat that, right?
Think you can handle
all three of us?
Do you love the belly?
I love it.
Good,'cause
I love the belly, too.
Excuse me.
Do you remember me?
- How many months?
- Just a few.
I need to speak with you.
Spencer works for McLaren now,
if you're looking for him.
No, I need to speak with you,
Mrs. Armacost...
about those two minutes.
The two minutes, Mrs. Armacost.
What is it, Mr. Reese?
Have you noticed any change
in your husband's behavior...
since the shuttle mission?
I've been through these files,
and there are peculiarities.
Like right here.
This is your husband's
signature...
before he went on the shuttle
that last time...
and here's a form
that he signed when he returned.
Now, they are similar,
but not the same.
Not the same signature.
Mr. Reese, are you in New York
And here's the results
of the medical tests...
that we ran when he got back.
Are you on official
NASA business?
Everything is fine.
Everything shows up normal...
but everything's just
a little bit different...
blood levels...
temperature, EKG, EEG.
Everything's just a little off
from what it was. Look.
Does NASA know you're here?
They wouldn't listen.
They terminated my employment.
I have to go now.
If you have anything to say,
call my husband at McLaren.
I showed them the facts, and
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