Chapter 36

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"Avi?" Kirstie calls from the bathroom. We've now been married for 3 years. I walk in, and she clutches a pink stick in her hands. She looks at me, and I realize what was going on.
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
I pick her up and spin her around. I laugh, and she giggles with me. "I'm going to be a dad!"
"Our own little baby."
"Our own little baby," I whisper.

"Babe!" Kirstie yells, and waddles into the living room. She's eight months pregnant, and looks like she's ready to burst.
"Can I do anything?"
"I don't want you to freak out, but my water just broke. Would you get my bag?"
"What?" I yell, and hurry. I run to the car, and she's buckled up in the driver's seat. "What are you doing?"
"Driving," she says, and before I can interject, she zooms off. Contractions come and go, and time flashes before my eyes. All of a sudden, we're in the hospital room.

I wake up once again to our baby, Amelia, crying. Kirstie shifts in bed, but I stop her, and go pick her up. I cradle her in my arms, feeling a love I've never felt before.

A/N
The end. I loved writing this and hearing your feedback. One last story. So something our choir does is Solo and Ensemble, where you go and sing and get scored. Anyway, I was singing and messed up, and stuck my tongue out because of it. My choir teacher takes every chance to bring it up, but I've learned to laugh it off. Anyway, if you like my stories or anything about me or are curious, PM me. I love talking to you.
Always be kind to others. Promise me?
~Rachel🍓

I love you guys. Never stop being yourself.

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