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pounds, all in her now protruding stomach. Kayla had insisted to the doctor that she was carrying triplets, but at her last appointment, there had only been one perfect little heartbeat.
Coming out of the bathroom, she felt as though she had just finished running a marathon. Hauling around a spare tire was a big deal for her medium frame. In reality, she was not that big, and she knew it. Most days had been filled with prenatal yoga and walking as much as possible, but today her energy level was bouncing at zero. It was around 9:00 p.m., and she just wanted to lie down and go to sleep more than anything in the world.
When she reached the top of the stairs, there was a knock at the front door.
"What the hell?" She huffed, turning to go back down to the front door.
"I got it, I got it!" David stopped her mid huff and hurried down the stairs himself. She smiled at him as he passed, thankful for all his help.
The knock came again as he reached the door.
"I'm coming!" he said irritably, and opened the heavy oak door. Kayla couldn't hear or see exactly what was happening, and she started to feel a little nervous. David said a quick thank you to the person at the door then closed and locked it. He headed back upstairs with a small package in his hand.
"What's that?" Kayla asked, wondering who normally delivered packages at nine at night.
"The delivery guy said he missed the delivery earlier, so he dropped it by on his way back to the yard," David explained, shaking the little package.
"Who's it from?" For some reason, that little package made her feel uneasy.
"Doesn't say." He studied the label and then began opening the special delivery. As the outside tape was removed, and the inside packaging taken out, the knot in Kayla's throat grew. When David pulled the contents out of the box, she relaxed with an audible sigh.
The silver baby rattle gleamed in the artificial light. David held it up for her to see as he turned it in his hands. It was one of the old-fashioned style rattles with a round bubble on one end and a baby-sized handle on the other. On the silver stalk, a red ribbon was tied in a little bow.
"Cute." David handed the rattle over to Kayla. She took it and smiled.
"Wait, there's a card." David pulled it out and unfolded the little paper. As he read silently, his face turned a sickly shade of pale.
"David, are you ok?"
He looked up at her and seemed unable to speak. He finally mustered the strength to read the card aloud.
"Congratulations. Signed, Uncle Lou."
12
" B reathe deeply ," Joy instructed, trying her best to comfort Kayla over the phone. "Are you sure that you don't know another Lou?"
"I am totally sure."
"Maybe it's just a sick joke."
"Who would do something like that?" Kayla asked, pleading for reassurance.
"I have no idea, but we'll try to find out. Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Like you said, it was probably just a bad joke. Thanks, Joy."
"Call if you need anything at all," Joy said again in her motherly tone that made Kayla feel safe and cared for.
Kayla hung up the phone, feeling a little bit better. She snuggled in close so David could put his arm around her.
"What did Joy say about it?"
"That it was probably a joke. A bad one."
"She's probably right," he reassured, spooning in closer. Kayla drifted into a troubled sleep that included dreams of full moons, Arizona highways, and a black Impala driven by a monster.
" A ny day now , Kayla!" Dr. Leslie Whitaker told her patient excitedly as she removed her purple nitrile gloves.
"Ugh! I feel like I am going to explode," Kayla replied, pulling down her t-shirt and sitting up on the table.
"Are you having any discomfort at all?"
"Not really. I just have to pee all the time, and some days I feel like I'm hauling around a linebacker, but other than that, I feel good."
Dr. Whitaker scribbled something in Kayla's chart, and she looked up almost absent-mindedly.
"That's all pretty normal for your eighth month. That
Coming out of the bathroom, she felt as though she had just finished running a marathon. Hauling around a spare tire was a big deal for her medium frame. In reality, she was not that big, and she knew it. Most days had been filled with prenatal yoga and walking as much as possible, but today her energy level was bouncing at zero. It was around 9:00 p.m., and she just wanted to lie down and go to sleep more than anything in the world.
When she reached the top of the stairs, there was a knock at the front door.
"What the hell?" She huffed, turning to go back down to the front door.
"I got it, I got it!" David stopped her mid huff and hurried down the stairs himself. She smiled at him as he passed, thankful for all his help.
The knock came again as he reached the door.
"I'm coming!" he said irritably, and opened the heavy oak door. Kayla couldn't hear or see exactly what was happening, and she started to feel a little nervous. David said a quick thank you to the person at the door then closed and locked it. He headed back upstairs with a small package in his hand.
"What's that?" Kayla asked, wondering who normally delivered packages at nine at night.
"The delivery guy said he missed the delivery earlier, so he dropped it by on his way back to the yard," David explained, shaking the little package.
"Who's it from?" For some reason, that little package made her feel uneasy.
"Doesn't say." He studied the label and then began opening the special delivery. As the outside tape was removed, and the inside packaging taken out, the knot in Kayla's throat grew. When David pulled the contents out of the box, she relaxed with an audible sigh.
The silver baby rattle gleamed in the artificial light. David held it up for her to see as he turned it in his hands. It was one of the old-fashioned style rattles with a round bubble on one end and a baby-sized handle on the other. On the silver stalk, a red ribbon was tied in a little bow.
"Cute." David handed the rattle over to Kayla. She took it and smiled.
"Wait, there's a card." David pulled it out and unfolded the little paper. As he read silently, his face turned a sickly shade of pale.
"David, are you ok?"
He looked up at her and seemed unable to speak. He finally mustered the strength to read the card aloud.
"Congratulations. Signed, Uncle Lou."
12
" B reathe deeply ," Joy instructed, trying her best to comfort Kayla over the phone. "Are you sure that you don't know another Lou?"
"I am totally sure."
"Maybe it's just a sick joke."
"Who would do something like that?" Kayla asked, pleading for reassurance.
"I have no idea, but we'll try to find out. Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Like you said, it was probably just a bad joke. Thanks, Joy."
"Call if you need anything at all," Joy said again in her motherly tone that made Kayla feel safe and cared for.
Kayla hung up the phone, feeling a little bit better. She snuggled in close so David could put his arm around her.
"What did Joy say about it?"
"That it was probably a joke. A bad one."
"She's probably right," he reassured, spooning in closer. Kayla drifted into a troubled sleep that included dreams of full moons, Arizona highways, and a black Impala driven by a monster.
" A ny day now , Kayla!" Dr. Leslie Whitaker told her patient excitedly as she removed her purple nitrile gloves.
"Ugh! I feel like I am going to explode," Kayla replied, pulling down her t-shirt and sitting up on the table.
"Are you having any discomfort at all?"
"Not really. I just have to pee all the time, and some days I feel like I'm hauling around a linebacker, but other than that, I feel good."
Dr. Whitaker scribbled something in Kayla's chart, and she looked up almost absent-mindedly.
"That's all pretty normal for your eighth month. That
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