Ahhhh! One nice vacation on my own island. Couldn't be more happy. Until...it happens. And there's only one thing that can save me: a large box of paper.
"278 White Fox Road please, sir. And make it snappy." The bright yellow car pulled away from the curb, making its narrow getaway into the sea of yellow taxis. Making his way slowly, but surely, to a place Joe hasn't seen for 9 months: home. • • • Tristi woke to the clean, crisp air of a Sunday morning. Fall had come faster than shed expected. But this was natural. As was the red and orange leaves floating through the cool, crisp air. She rolled up her covers, shuddered, and slid out of bed nonchalantly, walking over to the thin beige-colored curtains, and slid them to the sides, revealing more sunlight to enlighten the room. She sluggishly stalked over to the bathroom door. Opening it up, she stood staring back at her reflection. Looking down at her enormous stomach, she started her day. • • • Joe stared out the window of the taxi, just as the light drizzle of rain started to cascade down the hazy, foggy window. The driver concerned with what seemed like only his driving, surprisingly, after 30 minutes, the driver turned and faced Joe. Then he spoke for the first time to Joe, in a raspy, crisp voice, as if he were reprimanding Joe, "We're two blocks away, sir." His voice seemed even lower the louder he spoke. "It will be about 5 more minutes." "Thank you", came the less cynical voice of Joe from the square of open space in the wall of glass. Joe sat back in his firm seat, staring out the window once more watching the endless apartment windows fly by him, awaiting the apartment 278. • • • The rain sliding down the wide windows, Tristi shuffled into the living room, only to escape to the serenity of the couch, where she could rest. Collapsing on the leather couch, heaving a sigh, Tristi thought about Joe how he would lay on this very couch with her at night, watching Netflix and falling asleep to a romantic comedy while cuddling and wrapping our arms around each oth———Tristi silenced herself, sat up with incredible speed unheard of in her pregnancy. But she didn't care. She was starting to cry now, and for one reason only: her water had just broke.
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Joe stepped out of the car, quickly opening up his red umbrella, casually walking across the busy, noisy street, and stepping onto the sidewalk right outside his apartment. It made him sick. His apartment. He tasted bike in his mouth. He almost felt he couldn't do this. But, remembering Tristi, he slowly and steadily eased up the concrete steps and grabbed the doorknob. He slowly turned the knob... • • • She had prepared for this. She quickly and slowly rose off the couch, grabbed the emergency bag she had prepared, and started towards the door. She turned the knob... • • • Joe stepped inside, then, fell. He fell. Thoughts rushing through his head, why'd I fall? Then he saw her. She was glowing, magnificently, and she was...crying. Joe stood up, then ironically, got tackled back to the ground, while a familiar voice screamed with glee, "Sunny!" Joe suddenly was mauled by his fiancé's lips, being kissed all over his face. He picked himself up, while picking up his fiancé simultaneously. She wouldn't let go of him. She hugged him tighter, and kissed him harder. Then Joe pulled away, after feeling something bump him on his stomach. He stepped back. He looked at Tristi, who was sobbing, and apparently to Joe, pregnant with a stomach as large as a watermelon. "Sorry, baby bump", she said. Joe stepped closer to her, reached over her swollen belly, and kissed her, like he never kissed her before. "We made a person, Tristi. So can we go have a better look at this child inside the apartment?" "I'm afraid Joe," she said, straining herself,"that that will have to wait. Because, you may not know this, but I am, as of right now, in labor." Joe was speechless. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. "So, would you mind hailing us a cab? Cause I think it's time to go to the hospit"—she stopped, clenched her face, and screamed. Her first contraction just began. And ended just as fast. "Ok, um...let's go have a baby!" And he, struggling, but managed it, to carry Tristi to the nearest cab that stopped, conveniently, right next to them on the sidewalk. Joe grabbed the slippery doorknob with his remaining fingers, slid into the backseat, with his child-filled fiancé sitting in his lap, and yelled at the driver,"The nearest hospital, now! Anything you have to do, just get us there as fast as you can!"
Live long and prosper, members of NERDIA and beyond!🖖🏻Comment and vote please! And I'm terribly sorry for the long wait! I was caught up with school! But...I'm baaaaaacckkkk!
