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baby would come any day now, and she’d been mentally preparing herself for that day. Her doctor had arranged for her to deliver in the small clinic in her town. Avery had already met with the woman a few times.
Since the farmer’s market had slowed down, and she was as pregnant as could be, she’d stopped going to Portland every weekend. Now, she waited for Lucien to arrive. Tonight was the full moon, and surely he would be here.
Even as she waited, he did not arrive. Finally, well after midnight, she got into her nightgown and slipped under the blankets. The wind howled outside her old windows, reminding her of the howl of a wolf.
A loud crash jolted her to full alert and she pulled her heavy body out of bed. What the hell was going on outside? She pulled on her raincoat and rubber boots and hurried outside.
In the driving rain, she could see that a large tree limb had fallen into the chicken coop. Her chickens had hopped out of the wire and were running about the muddy yard in a frantic state. Avery’s heart lurched and she ran after them, trying to coax them to safety. She ran to the barn door and opened it before running back around the frightened chickens and herding them toward the open door.
When she finally had the hens safely in the newly restored barn, she closed the door. They’d be safe in there for now. When she trudged up the front steps of her house and made it inside, she felt a sharp twinge in her stomach.
All at once, a flood of liquid flew down between her legs and pooled on the linoleum floor of her kitchen. Avery dropped the mug she was holding and it shattered at her feet. She clutched her stomach as the next wave of pain gripped her body. She sat down in her chair and started doing the breathing exercises she’d learned at birthing class.
This was the real deal. Not a false alarm. She had to get to the hospital because the baby was coming, now. Where was Lucien? Why hadn’t he arrived? He always visited her during the full moon. What was keeping him? Was he all right?
She pulled herself out of the chair and waddled gingerly through the house and outside. Wet on the inside and out, she sat in the front seat of her truck and turned the key in the ignition. Her truck gave a strangled chug and then went flat. She tried again but to no avail. Her car would not start.
Another contraction hit her, feeling like it might rip her in two. She cried out and grabbed her stomach. She breathed through the pain, and when it subsided, she gripped the handle on the truck door. Pushing herself back out into the storm, she pulled her hood up over her head and waddled back inside her house.
Almost in a panic and overcome by pain, Avery picked the phone up off the receiver in the kitchen and dialed. There was another loud crack outside and she was swallowed by darkness.
Shit.
A tree must have fallen over the power line. Now she had no electricity, no cell reception, and no way of contacting the outside world. After a horrible contraction gripped her stomach, she opened the cabinet where she kept her emergency supplies. She lit candles and a kerosene lamp that she took into her bedroom. She would be having this baby alone, like it or not. She didn’t have a choice.
Margaret’s words played over in her mind. No matter what happened, the baby would be fine. She had to believe that the woman’s words were true. Otherwise, she would completely freak out and lose it. That wouldn’t help either of them now.
Wet and cold from the cold air seeping through the old windows, Avery pulled off her clothing and got under the blankets of her bed. Every few minutes, the contractions would come and rack her mind and body with white-hot madness. When her front door clicked open and closed and the sounds of boots walking across her floor echoed through the house, Avery thought she was hallucinating.
Lucien stood above her, naked to the waist, wearing a pair of shorts and rain boots.
“Nice outfit,” she said
Since the farmer’s market had slowed down, and she was as pregnant as could be, she’d stopped going to Portland every weekend. Now, she waited for Lucien to arrive. Tonight was the full moon, and surely he would be here.
Even as she waited, he did not arrive. Finally, well after midnight, she got into her nightgown and slipped under the blankets. The wind howled outside her old windows, reminding her of the howl of a wolf.
A loud crash jolted her to full alert and she pulled her heavy body out of bed. What the hell was going on outside? She pulled on her raincoat and rubber boots and hurried outside.
In the driving rain, she could see that a large tree limb had fallen into the chicken coop. Her chickens had hopped out of the wire and were running about the muddy yard in a frantic state. Avery’s heart lurched and she ran after them, trying to coax them to safety. She ran to the barn door and opened it before running back around the frightened chickens and herding them toward the open door.
When she finally had the hens safely in the newly restored barn, she closed the door. They’d be safe in there for now. When she trudged up the front steps of her house and made it inside, she felt a sharp twinge in her stomach.
All at once, a flood of liquid flew down between her legs and pooled on the linoleum floor of her kitchen. Avery dropped the mug she was holding and it shattered at her feet. She clutched her stomach as the next wave of pain gripped her body. She sat down in her chair and started doing the breathing exercises she’d learned at birthing class.
This was the real deal. Not a false alarm. She had to get to the hospital because the baby was coming, now. Where was Lucien? Why hadn’t he arrived? He always visited her during the full moon. What was keeping him? Was he all right?
She pulled herself out of the chair and waddled gingerly through the house and outside. Wet on the inside and out, she sat in the front seat of her truck and turned the key in the ignition. Her truck gave a strangled chug and then went flat. She tried again but to no avail. Her car would not start.
Another contraction hit her, feeling like it might rip her in two. She cried out and grabbed her stomach. She breathed through the pain, and when it subsided, she gripped the handle on the truck door. Pushing herself back out into the storm, she pulled her hood up over her head and waddled back inside her house.
Almost in a panic and overcome by pain, Avery picked the phone up off the receiver in the kitchen and dialed. There was another loud crack outside and she was swallowed by darkness.
Shit.
A tree must have fallen over the power line. Now she had no electricity, no cell reception, and no way of contacting the outside world. After a horrible contraction gripped her stomach, she opened the cabinet where she kept her emergency supplies. She lit candles and a kerosene lamp that she took into her bedroom. She would be having this baby alone, like it or not. She didn’t have a choice.
Margaret’s words played over in her mind. No matter what happened, the baby would be fine. She had to believe that the woman’s words were true. Otherwise, she would completely freak out and lose it. That wouldn’t help either of them now.
Wet and cold from the cold air seeping through the old windows, Avery pulled off her clothing and got under the blankets of her bed. Every few minutes, the contractions would come and rack her mind and body with white-hot madness. When her front door clicked open and closed and the sounds of boots walking across her floor echoed through the house, Avery thought she was hallucinating.
Lucien stood above her, naked to the waist, wearing a pair of shorts and rain boots.
“Nice outfit,” she said
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