woman, it was worth it.” Wilson had time for only a quick shower and when he came out, Vicki was asleep. He covered her with a blanket, stopping to place soft kisses along her belly, and then he headed off to work.
A month later and Vicki was three days overdue. “When will this baby come?” She and Mrs. Adler were baking fruit pies and Vicki sat down at the kitchen table exhausted.
“Babies come when you least expect them. Do you have a name picked out?”
“Kind of, but we want to keep it a secret.”
“That’s the only way, honey. It could be a girl, you know.”
Vicki ran her hand along her belly. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be huge if I get any bigger.”
When Vicki was two weeks overdue, her physician decided that it was time for the baby to make its debut. “You carried this one full term and then some,” he announced. “Check in tomorrow morning and we’ll get this party started.”
On the drive home, Vicki was silent.
“What’s up?”
“I want to have the baby in the country at the cottage.”
“Vicki, we can’t get the proper medical treatment out there. The doctor says the baby needs to be born now.”
“Mrs. Adler says that babies come when they are ready.”
There was nothing Wilson could do to change Vicki’s mind, and the physician very reluctantly agreed, quietly telling Wilson that he didn’t think it was wise.”
It was nearly a week later when Vicki woke Wilson in the middle of the night. “The baby’s coming. Wake up. We’re having a baby.”
Wilson was up in a second, pulling on his jeans and calling Mrs. Adler just in case they needed help.
“It hurts, Wilson, really bad.” Vicki writhed with excruciating pain, but it was too late to move her. She would have to get through it somehow.
The physician sent a midwife to the cottage who did her best to ease Vicki’s pain. After nearly twelve hours of screaming, and pleading for someone to make the pain go away, Vicki began to push, and Wilson watched as his son was delivered into the trusting hands of a midwife. Vicki lay back exhausted as the midwife laid the infant on her belly.
Wilson sat down beside her and kissed her. “You did it!”
“If I had only known…”
“You would have done it the same way, Vicki. You know it and I know it,” he winked.
The midwife took care of everything and announced that the baby weighed eight pounds. “That’s a big baby you got out of there.” Vicki smiled. She had finally made up for the baby she had lost. She had given Wilson a son.
Two weeks following the birth of Dante Jones, Vicki was lying in bed, her son feeding from her breast, when Wilson came home from work. “That’s a beautiful sight,” he proclaimed as he watched the naturalness of the naked sight.
“I look like I’m still at least six months pregnant.”
“Lots more for me to love.”
“You have awhile to wait, hot stuff.”
Wilson changed his clothes and sat down on the bed beside them. “We have a few decisions to make.”
“I know.” Vicki wasn’t in the mood to think about the future. She was happy with the here and now.
“Honey, a wrecking ball went through my old home today.”
Vicki sat up and placed little Dante on her belly. “I’m so sorry, Wilson. Why?”
“It belongs to your ex now and he’s determined to own the entire neighborhood. This was taped to our door.” He read the contents of the thinly veiled threat. “Sell your house to me or you’ll regret it. I’ll show you a loss from which you will never recover.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’d say he doesn’t know about the money. Don’t worry, honey. As soon as we came out here I deposited the remaining money in the bank, in a retirement account, savings, mutual funds and the like.”
Vicki smiled. “Thank you.”
“Vicki, there was money found in another home in the neighborhood, hidden somewhat like ours. I think
A month later and Vicki was three days overdue. “When will this baby come?” She and Mrs. Adler were baking fruit pies and Vicki sat down at the kitchen table exhausted.
“Babies come when you least expect them. Do you have a name picked out?”
“Kind of, but we want to keep it a secret.”
“That’s the only way, honey. It could be a girl, you know.”
Vicki ran her hand along her belly. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be huge if I get any bigger.”
When Vicki was two weeks overdue, her physician decided that it was time for the baby to make its debut. “You carried this one full term and then some,” he announced. “Check in tomorrow morning and we’ll get this party started.”
On the drive home, Vicki was silent.
“What’s up?”
“I want to have the baby in the country at the cottage.”
“Vicki, we can’t get the proper medical treatment out there. The doctor says the baby needs to be born now.”
“Mrs. Adler says that babies come when they are ready.”
There was nothing Wilson could do to change Vicki’s mind, and the physician very reluctantly agreed, quietly telling Wilson that he didn’t think it was wise.”
It was nearly a week later when Vicki woke Wilson in the middle of the night. “The baby’s coming. Wake up. We’re having a baby.”
Wilson was up in a second, pulling on his jeans and calling Mrs. Adler just in case they needed help.
“It hurts, Wilson, really bad.” Vicki writhed with excruciating pain, but it was too late to move her. She would have to get through it somehow.
The physician sent a midwife to the cottage who did her best to ease Vicki’s pain. After nearly twelve hours of screaming, and pleading for someone to make the pain go away, Vicki began to push, and Wilson watched as his son was delivered into the trusting hands of a midwife. Vicki lay back exhausted as the midwife laid the infant on her belly.
Wilson sat down beside her and kissed her. “You did it!”
“If I had only known…”
“You would have done it the same way, Vicki. You know it and I know it,” he winked.
The midwife took care of everything and announced that the baby weighed eight pounds. “That’s a big baby you got out of there.” Vicki smiled. She had finally made up for the baby she had lost. She had given Wilson a son.
Two weeks following the birth of Dante Jones, Vicki was lying in bed, her son feeding from her breast, when Wilson came home from work. “That’s a beautiful sight,” he proclaimed as he watched the naturalness of the naked sight.
“I look like I’m still at least six months pregnant.”
“Lots more for me to love.”
“You have awhile to wait, hot stuff.”
Wilson changed his clothes and sat down on the bed beside them. “We have a few decisions to make.”
“I know.” Vicki wasn’t in the mood to think about the future. She was happy with the here and now.
“Honey, a wrecking ball went through my old home today.”
Vicki sat up and placed little Dante on her belly. “I’m so sorry, Wilson. Why?”
“It belongs to your ex now and he’s determined to own the entire neighborhood. This was taped to our door.” He read the contents of the thinly veiled threat. “Sell your house to me or you’ll regret it. I’ll show you a loss from which you will never recover.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’d say he doesn’t know about the money. Don’t worry, honey. As soon as we came out here I deposited the remaining money in the bank, in a retirement account, savings, mutual funds and the like.”
Vicki smiled. “Thank you.”
“Vicki, there was money found in another home in the neighborhood, hidden somewhat like ours. I think
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