After the fight with Cameron, February spent the next two months being pregnant and hoping that time and space would allow Cameron’s wounds to heal enough for him to forgive her. She avoided Hector, in spite of Martin Luther’s not so subtle hints and the gnawing of her own conscience. February’s confrontation with Cameron had left her dreading Hector’s reaction when he found out he was going to be a father with someone he wasn’t even in a relationship with. As usual, Martin Luther eventually provided the guidance that gave February enough courage to broach the subject with Hector.
“February, listen, I’ve been doing some thinking, and I can’t fight this feeling anymore,” Martin Luther began one morning at the breakfast table. February sighed, already exhausted by the prospect of trying to divine Martin Luther’s meaning out of the muddle of words that normally made up his monologues. Sensing her displeasure, Martin Luther opted to keep his message short.
“Tell him,” he said, glancing meaningfully at her bulging belly before getting up and leaving for the studio. Crestfallen, February buried her face in her hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and dialing Hector’s number.
An hour and a half later, February found herself waddling down to the secluded fishing spot where Hector had asked her to meet him. Like Cameron, Hector had been delighted to hear from February, although his normally chipper demeanor had been significantly dampened by the recent death of his mother. “It’d be great to see you,” Hector had remarked wistfully towards the end of the conversation. “I’m just out fishing, you know, trying to ‘find myself’ or whatever…why don’t you come on up? It would do my heart good.”
“Ah…that would be nice…I mean, there is something I kind of need to tell you about,” February had responded, absently grazing her burgeoning girth with her fingertips. Now she took a deep breath, smoothed down her billowy blouse, and prepared herself for the ugly scene she was sure would proceed shortly after greeting Hector. To February’s surprise, Hector regarded her newly lush figure with frank admiration.
“Wow, February, it’s been longer than I’d realized…you look…amazing,” Hector gushed, a silent question forming in his eyes as he gazed appreciatively at his friend.
“Yeah. I mean, thank you. I’m pregnant. With your baby,” February babbled, too unnerved to attempt a more graceful pronouncement. She squared her shoulders and prepared for the inevitable outburst that would soon break Hector’s stunned silence. Instead, his eyes lit up as a wide grin slowly began to take over his face.
“Really?” he gasped, clasping his hands together excitedly. “That’s terrific news!” February stared at him, dumbfounded.
“You mean…you’re not mad?” she asked, too stunned to feel relieved by Hector’s unexpectedly pleased reaction.
“Mad? No way, I couldn’t be happier! I love kids, always wanted some of my own…I only wish that Mom was around to see her grandkid, but, regardless, this baby is going to have everything he, or she, could ever want, aren’t you, sweetie-pie?” enthused Hector as he leaned over to coo adoringly at February’s belly.
Happiness flooded February’s body as she watched the joy that radiated from Hector transform his features. “Oh, Hector…I’m so glad you feel this way. I’ve been so worried about how you’d react, after what happened with Cameron and everything; now I think maybe things are gonna be okay. You don’t have to break off things with Kurt, of course, and Cameron…well, Cam will come around. He just has to, and what happened between us just won’t ever happen again….what’s the matter, Hector? Why are you looking at me like that?” During February’s elated monologue, Hector had straightened and was now staring at her, wearing a look of confused suspicion.
“What do you mean, ‘Cameron will come around’…?” he asked.
“Oh!” February exclaimed, misunderstanding the meaning behind Hector’s sudden change in manner. “I’m sorry, Hector…I told Cameron about the baby first. I wanted to tell you, of course, but I thought he should hear it from me instead of someone else, just in case it got out. Not that I guess it really mattered, in the end…he was still pretty upset,” she sighed pensively.
“…why would he be so upset?” Hector questioned, frowning.
“Well, because we’ve been together so long…” February stammered, then broke off as Hector’s expression shifted ominously. A cold feeling of dread began to gather in the pit of her stomach.
“Together?” Hector repeated. “You and Cameron? As in, he’s your boyfriend?”
“Yes…of course. Since high school…I thought you knew,” February responded. Hector’s face had grown as bright as his hair; he took a step back from February as if he needed more distance to decipher what sort of person she actually was. “I don’t understand,” February murmured miserably. “You have a boyfriend…why should it matter if I do, too?”
“It’s different with us,” Hector growled, his eyes stony. “Kurt and I have an understanding. We aren’t to see other men, but are free to have relationships with women, should we choose to do so. I never would have become involved with you, had I known that you were not free.” February gaped at him, horrified and ashamed. She’d had no idea that Hector had never been cheating on Kurt with her, nor that he’d been unaware of her relationship with Cameron. All this time, she’d merely assumed that they had both been involved in an illicit affair. She felt so guilty.
February was certain that the situation could not possibly get any worse as she and Hector regarded each other in a silence that was becoming increasingly more awkward; she realized she was wrong when she heard a familiar voice behind her say, “Well, well, well…might’ve known you’d be up here with…him.”
“Hello, Cameron,” February muttered, turning to greet her estranged boyfriend. “Hector and I were just…” she trailed off, unsure of how to finish her sentence. Hector filled the tense pause.
“February was just explaining her…situation…to me. I assure you, Cameron, I had no idea that you and she are involved.”
“Were involved,” Cameron corrected coldly. “That’s what I came to say. You and me, we’re through, February. I went to your house to tell you in person… figured it was the right thing to do, not that you deserve it. Your brother told me you’d be here. I wanted to get it over with…didn’t realize I’d be interrupting…something.” February cringed, but otherwise took Cameron’s news rather stoically; given all of the more recent events, not much could shock her at that moment. “Yeah, so…you and your baby daddy are now completely free to…whatever,” Cameron concluded rather lamely. Hector shook his head furiously.
“Oh, no. No, of course I’ll be there for my child — assuming it even IS my child — but I want no part of the mother,” he pronounced emphatically, behaving almost as if February wasn’t even standing right in front of him.
“Well…whatever,” Cameron repeated, turning to begin his trek homeward. February watched despondently as her former sweetheart walked away without even bothering to spare her a backwards glance. “Well…I suppose that’s that, then,” she thought dismally. “There’s really nothing left to say, either to Cameron or to Hector.” Casting Hector one last sad look, February began her own journey towards home to decide what to do next.