It all started a couple of years ago, or wait should I start from the beginning? Eh a couple years is good enough. Anyways, my name is Harley and it all started in high school; it was my senior year. I'm married to Woody, and we are expecting a baby soon. It is a boy. Later on that day, I asked Chase to come over and monitor the baby and see how he was. "The baby is very healthy, but you need to stop smoking so much." As I tried to come up with a reply, Woody rushed in and asked how was our two-month-old was doing. "He's doing well." Replied Chase. The baby's name was James.
Later on that night Woody and I were getting ready for bed, we took our showers brushed our teeth etc. When we jumped in the bed and got comphy, the we heard a noise. It sounded like a loud booming noise that shook the house and everything in it. I was scared to death I told Woody to go and check it out. When he came back he said that the tree was split in half, from what looked to be a thunder strike. Just when Woody was about to come in I started having little kicks from within me. "Woody come quick." I said. Woody rushed in and asked what was wrong. I calmly replied. " Nothing's wrong the baby's just kicking." As we went to bed I thought to myself about that peculiar thunder strike that hit the tree. I thought to my self " How did a lightning strike hit a tree when there was clearly no thunder storms around?" Then I soundly went to sleep along with Woody by my side cuddling me and our child.
