𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.
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Beverly experiences a flood of memories when she is under cryo. Every sensation from her past - touch, smell, tear, kiss, and emotion-resurfaces in exactly the same form. S...
As she strokes her bump, she watches her son running in the tall grass, skipping through the fields. Her legs lie out in front of her, her husband stroking her thigh, on top of the material from her dress. Her tights kept her legs warm from the rising winter air, her boots covering her feet and ankles. The blanket underneath them shields their skin from the icy grass, moulding and wetness. A brown wicker basket full of empty plates and cups from their picnic, staking up, becoming too heavy for her to carry. She's not allowed to carry heavy items because she is 9 months pregnant.
She lifts her body off of the blanket, standing up and her posture instantly crouching, the heaviness of the baby weighing her down. Looking up from his sitting position, her husband holds her hand, getting her attention.
"Elizabeth, please be careful." He warns.
"I'm just going to play with him, Thomas." She smiles.
Thomas lets go of Elizebeth's hand, watching her stroll towards their son, holding her bump as she walks. Thomas reaches into his bag, pulling out his camera. The Kodak #1. The box camera aims at his wife and son, ready to take a photograph of them playing together. He twists the handle, waiting for the click, indicating the photo had been taken.
"Howard!" Elizabeth calls out to her son.
"Mommy!" He replies.
Elizabeth picks up her pace, eventually getting to her son, him hiding in the grass. His giggles echo through the wild, navigating Elizabeth towards his whereabouts. Eventually, something grabs her arm, forcing a surprised gasp from Elizabeth's lips, making her look in that direction. She sees her son, latched onto her arm and his giggles turning into boisterous laughter.
Elizabeth turns around to her son, grabbing his hands and holding them in her own. As their skin touches, a pulsing pain shoots through her stomach, making her body tense up. She sucks up the air in her lungs, trying to breathe through the pain.
"Mommy?" Howard questions.
"Go get your father, baby." She tries not to scare him.
Howard, not knowing what is going on, lets go of his mother's hand, running towards his father and their picnic. Thomas sees Howard running towards him through the camera lens, watching him getting closer. When he does, Howard's face has a wide smile on his face.
"Mommy needs you," Howard speaks.
"Thank you, buddy." Thomas ruffles Howard's hair. "Stay here, yeah?"
