A Cup Of Tea

Chapter Twenty-Six

I laid in bed...it was about 9...the room was painted and John was gone. I didn't care about that...I wanted Woody to be laying here in bed with me so we could sing to the baby...I felt the baby kick softly. She was expecting her bedtime song. I sighed as I softly sung the lyrics I knew...

I really can't stay...

I've got to go away...

This evening has been....so very nice

My mother will start to worry...

My father will be pacing the floor....

So really I'd better scurry...

But maybe just...

I couldn't finish the song knowing Woody wasn't laying beside me singing with me...flicking at my nose and rubbing my tummy. I turned over slightly as cried...

"But baby it's cold outside..."