"This is so beautiful." Quinn told me as she admired the crashing waves and fluorescent sky. "Oh, Honey we have to get ice cream!" She refocused her attention to the concession stand.
I sighed just a little. Lord knows I just wanted to stay wrapped up in her arms.
"It's not for me, it's for the baby, remember?" She patted her major bulge. I guess those five months really counted.
I glanced at the ocean and thought a moment.
"Will you come with me?" I stood, extending an arm to her.
"How about I just sit here?"
"Come on, you never want to get up and walk! The baby needs exercise too, remember?" I questioned.
"Come on, Zayne, you already know how everyone feels about our relationship. Won't you be embarrassed to be up there with me?" She never took her eyes off the ground.
"Quinn, are you kidding me? I would never be embarrassed to be seen with my pregnant, beautiful, black wife. Now get up so we can go get some ice cream!" I pulled on her.
"Wait, I'm cramping." She paused for a moment, slowly breathing in and out.
I sat down just for a moment and waited for her cramping to cease, still admiring the whitest sand I've ever seen at a beach.
"Zayne." I heard the fear in her voice and quickly turned.
The beautiful sand was no longer white.
My wife was sitting in a pile of blood.
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