FAMILY
Part 3 of the "Reunion" series
By "Jo"
The next two days passed much too quickly. Now
it was time for Luka to go back to the hospital, to become Dr.
Kovac again. He wanted to stay with his family, so newly
reunited; he never wanted to leave them again, not even for a
minute. But the reality was he had to work; it wouldn't be easy
to support a family of four on his salary as junior attending.
Luka got up at five; his shift ran from six to six. He shook the
sleep from his head- he hadn't had two days off in a row since he
started at County. He had originally asked for three days, but he
had worked Friday- so someone owed him a day; he'd have to remind
Kerry. When he'd been alone he hadn't worried about working extra
shifts, but his time was so precious again...
Jelena had stirred when he got up, but he kissed her and told her
to go back to sleep. She sighed and curled under the sheets,
still tired from the previous days. They had done so much, had
filled in so much time...
Saturday they had stayed in the apartment, just the four of them,
shutting out the world, trying to become a family again. Luka had
helped Jelena unpack, amazed at how much she had fit into the big
suitcase, layers of clothes and pictures and of course her sewing
things.
"I had everything packed so carefully," she lamented,
then those Customs people got their hands on it!" Luka could
only grin and shake his head.
"They must have thought you were trying to smuggle in half
of Croatia", he had told her, trying to joke about it. But
Jelena just glared at him.
"It was terrible- they had me so frightened. I thought they
weren't going to let us in..." her voice trailed off, the
memory too awful. He held her, soothing her hair, trying to
comfort her. All through the day they found reason to touch each
other, with hugs or kisses or simply brushing their hands. It was
so wonderful just being near each other again.
Nena had stayed close to Jelena at first, over whelmed by
everything. Even Marija had been subdued, wanting only to sit and
watch TV, drawn by the cartoons splashing across the screen.
Eventually Nena had joined her. Luka and Jelena let them watch,
knowing how much they'd been through, knowing they needed time to
just sit and absorb what was going on around them. But Marija had
still come to hug him often, as if trying to prove to herself
that he was really there. Nena watched them, cautious, trying to
figure out what to do with this father newly returned to them.
Jelena had deliberately left Nena alone with Luka while she
unpacked the girls' things, closing the door and making Marija
help her. Nena had stared at the closed door, unsure, then turned
back to the television. Luka sat at the far end of the couch with
his sketchpad, drawing a picture of Nena as a princess. It had
been a long time since he had felt the urge to sketch, now he
wanted to capture his younger daughter, draw her on paper and
maybe at the same time draw her closer to him. When he finished,
he showed Nena, and he could see that she liked it. She took the
picture from him shyly, smiling at him.
"Now you draw me, " he told her, handing her the pad
and pencil. She took them and started to draw, seriously, trying
to get it right. She really is her mother, he thought, watching
her serious face, the total concentration. Nena's picture of him
showed a smiling face, with off-kilter eyes and nose, but still
excellent for a four-year-old. Jelena had said Nena had a talent
for drawing, and now Luka could see for himself. They spent time
trading pictures, each drawing what they thought the other would
like, coming closer, reconnecting as father and daughter. When
Jelena had come back to the living room, Nena had stayed with
him, happy with the drawing, comfortable with her Papa.
After lunch Father Greg had dropped by. He was the only one Luka
had trusted with the news of his family coming; Luka figured a
few extra prayers could only help. The Father had wanted to see
if everything gone as planned; he'd stayed just long enough to
say a blessing for them and then gone, not wanting to intrude for
too long. He could tell that they needed time to be together, to
just be a family. They'd locked the door after the priest left,
shutting out the world again, turning to themselves and reveling
in being together.
That night the put the girls to bed early. With all the traveling
and time changes, and just being in a new country they were ready
for sleep by seven. Nena's goodnight kiss felt genuine, a real
kiss instead of a chore, and she had murmured "Goodnight,
Papa" as he kissed her forehead. Small things, for anyone
else, but they meant the world to Luka.
Marija had nearly strangled him, of course. Luka loved her hugs,
her butterfly-light kisses on his checks; he loved that he felt
like a father again, a lost part of his life had returned to him.
The girls fell asleep quickly, nestled safe with their toys. He'd
smiled as he watched them; it had been a good day, a wonderful
day- the first time in over two years that he had been truly
happy.
Jelena was waiting for him on the couch. Finally there was time
for just the two of them. They sat on the couch, touching, just
being near each other felt so good. They kissed, tentatively at
first- they'd laughed at themselves, at their awkwardness- it was
like being on their first date all over again. Slowly, carefully,
they peeled back the two years of being apart, of being alone. He
carried her into the bedroom like a honeymooner, rediscovering
each other, joining gently, then becoming more and more
passionate, eager; finally exploding in joy and tears and love,
still so right together. They had made love again and again.
Trying to make up for time lost, finally collapsing exhausted,
still entwined, two made one, at peace.
Sunday had meant going to Mass. Luka shepherded them into the
church, smiling to the people who knew him by sight, his face
telling them that this was his family, once apart, now together.
Father Greg even mentioned them in his remarks to the
congregation, telling of their "joyous reunion". People
came to them after the service to congratulate them, but Luka and
Jelena had found all the attention embarrassing, so they didn't
linger. Instead, Luka showed his family the neighborhood, where
the school and the bank were, how to get to the el. They even
rode the el up to the stop for County General and then ridden it
back, just so he could show Jelena how to pay, where the trains
went, where he worked. He thought about taking them in to the ER,
but he decided against it, not wanting to share them just yet.
Instead they returned to their apartment, staying safely
together.
But now Sunday was gone. Over the next two days he had to work
two twelve hour shifts; at least he had Wednesday off- but then
he had two more full days, including Christmas Eve. But the
schedule had worked out so that Christmas was his regular day
off- and now amount of begging by one of the other doctors would
get him to switch shifts this time. He knew the other doctors
might be surprised, but now he was going to start calling in some
of the favors he had done.
Luka ate his breakfast as noiselessly as possible, then went to
kiss Jelena goodbye. This time she didn't even stir.
Marija was a different story- she was wide-awake, waiting for
him.
"Papa!" she cried softly when he came in.
"Shh- you'll wake your sister." he warned her. She
grasped his neck.
"Then I'll just go with you," she told him. Luka froze.
"No, honey- I have to go to work." he whispered,
wishing all the time he could stay. She hugged him even harder.
"You can't go!" she cried," You promised you'd
stay forever!" Luka could feel her tears on his face. He
took a deep breath, then carried her from her bed into the living
room. He sat with hr in his lap.
"I have to go to work, sweetheart," he told her
earnestly, "That's how we get money for our food, our
apartment, everything. I have to go to the hospital- people need
me there."
"But I need you more than them!" She had her arms
around his neck still, unwilling to let go, sobbing
uncontrollably. Luka was unsure what to do, he hadn't expected
this, not from Marija. He soothed her hair, looking for the right
words.
"I must go, "he said finally, "But I will be back
tonight, I promise. See the clock?" She nodded through her
tears, "And see the six? When the big hand meets the little
hand at the six, I'll be home again. It's not so long,
really." But he knew it would be...
Marija nodded sadly, trying to accept his going. Suddenly she
jumped from his lap and ran to her room. She came back in an
instant. "Take this, Papa." She held out a small pin,
shaped like a heart. "That way you won't forget to come
home."
"I could never forget that," he told her honestly. He
took the heart and pinned it to his sweater. "There, "
he showed her, "Right next to my heart." Marija smiled
and kissed him, satisfied even though she still wasn't happy.
"Now I really must go."
He realized that Jelena was there, watching them. She must have
been awakened by the sound of her daughter crying, Luka thought.
Luka hugged Marija again and handed her to her mother. He kissed
them both, still not wanting to go, but knowing he had to leave.
Finally he headed out the door.
"I'll see you later," he called, trying to smile.
"Don't be late." Marija called back.
"I won't." he promised. Luka closed the door behind
him. It pained him to go, but at least tonight he'd return not to
an empty apartment, but to his family, and that thought brought a
smile to his heart.