Callie sat in the rocking chair, touching her toes on the floor to push it back, every time it rocked forward. As she hummed a nursery rhyme, she took her time, meticulously knitting the little blue booties. She marveled at how tiny they were, and her eyes watered, feeling the joy of the new life inside her.
Knit one… she still had a few months to go before the baby was due. She had plenty of time to get everything done. Her heart lifted in anticipation at the thought of telling Clayton. He’d be home soon enough
She felt the thrust of a small kick in her tummy, and gently held her hand to it, and smiled delightfully. She continued humming. It was a miracle that she had become pregnant, after what the doctor had told her.
She returned to her knitting.
Pearl two…she hadn’t told Clayton she was pregnant.
She was waiting for him to return home from overseas, where he was stationed in Afghanistan. She wanted to surprise him when he arrived home. Clayton was a kid at heart and loved surprises, she thought, gleefully.
Knit one again…it was hard keeping the secret for so long. She wasn’t one for surprises herself.
Clayton always wanted children. She rocked the chair some more, touching her toes to the hardwood floor, and missed having Clayton here with her. He was so thoughtful. He would have fussed over her all the time, she thought. She took a pause from her knitting, and looked at his picture on the sofa table. The house was so quiet, and yet her memories of them together were enough to make the quiet go away. Coming from a large family himself, he always said, “nothing like a pack of children to bring a house alive.”
Pearl two…. Clayton would be here to see his baby boy arrive in the world. “She rubbed her belly in circles, “yes, my little baby, daddy will be here when you’re ready to enter this world. Don’t worry.”
The military car pulling up in front of her house was enough of a surprise. She watched the two men in uniform get out, and walk up to her front door to deliver the news to her.
As she got up to go open the door, her water broke.
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