I know they say girls are supposed to be the giddy ones when it comes to stuff like birthdays, holidays, and anything in between. Well I'm no girl, but I can't help to feel a little giddy at seeing my wife.
Why am I giddy? You may ask. Well today is me and my wife's 15th anniversary. On September 22nd.
She tells me I'm "one of a kind," her stormy blue eyes sparkling, as if there's actual lighting striking in them. She looks young for her age too, she thinks I'm always teasing her, or trying to make her feel good when I tell her she looks like she's in her twenties, when she's really in her late thirties.
Speaking of which she has a birthday coming up, on November 2nd, along with her due date that is set on November 11th.
Our oldest is ecstatic about it, he's five years old, and already saying," I'm going to protect her!" While jumping around, only to come to a sudden halt; pressing his lips to his mothers swollen belly.
I can't get mad at that kid for the life of me.
I glance at the huge boutique of flowers in the passenger seat next to me, it consists of roses, white, red, pink, and even yellow. Then other flowers that contrasts to them.
Looking back up, I slow to a stop as I come to a red light, as I wait for it to turn green I look up at the sky, it's almost nine thirty pm, so I can see the many stars splashed across the inky sky.
A car honks it's horn, bringing me back to reality, the light had turned green and there was a line of angry people behind me.
My phone vibrates, I ignore it the first time, even the second and third, but when they call me, I start to get nervous. Could something be wrong? Did my wife go into early labor?
I curse my high anxiety as my phone stops vibrating, deciding to send a quick text to whoever it is telling them I'll get to them later, I grab my phone.
Swiping a finger across my lock screen then going to my messages, I see there from my wife.
- Get home. Now. (8:54)
- I'm having contractions, I need you to hurry (8:57)
- I'm about to have this baby, I called an ambulance. (9:02)
My heart felt like it was leaping for joy in my chest, but also fear, would they be ok?
I sent her a quick text saying,
I'll be there soon, love you.
I hit send. Then I heard a horn blaring, and seen I had strayed into the other lane, a car headed straight for me. I violently yanked the wheel to the side, hoping to get myself back on track.
I must have yanked the wheel to hard, for my car flipped, only coming to a stop when the front of my car went crashing into a tree.
My head banged against the steering wheel, right before the airbag inflated and my body was thrown back.
I felt something wet dripping down my forehead into my eyes, then I knew nothing.
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I'm not sure how I feel about this one... but It was the only way I could think of to write it. Comments are welcome, votes too.
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Historia CortaJust a bunch of short stories, one-shots, I don't know how else to explain it. Btw there's a lot of character death. Oh, and I take requests