"Carrie, where did we put the baby's bottle?"
"The fridge, left-hand side."
I tugged open the heavy fridge door. "Thanks, honey!" I bounced my baby boy in my arms as I grabbed his bottle. He was smiling, his nose wrinkling just like his mother's. He had her brown hair, too, but his eyes were green like mine. He was a handsome little fellow, quite the crowd pleaser if I do say so myself. "Here you are, little man." He took the bottle like the greedy beauty he was.
"Daddy, Daddy, I can't find my hairbrush!" A tiny Carrie with chubby cheeks hugged my legs tight. "My doll needs a new hairdo and I can't find my hairbrush!"
She may have looked like her mother, but Georgie was five times as loud.
"Okay, Apple, how about you look under your bed?"
"I already looked there," she whined. "It's not anywhere!"
"Ahem," said a familiar voice. The love of my life, the light of this world, stood leaning on the doorframe of our tiny kitchen. A pink painted hairbrush was in her hands.
Georgie squealed and ran to her mother. Smart girl. "You found it! Oh, thank you, Momma!" She ran off giggling.
"Do you want me to take Frank for a little bit?" asked Carrie as she played with our son's toes. She was always playing with his toes and smiling over how little his toenails were.
"I don't mind, he's an easy one compared to Georgie. Remember how squirmy she was?"
She laughed. My heart skipped a beat. "I carried her for nine months, yes, I remember."
"We should be glad that we have at least one easy baby," I said, smiling at my son. Our son.
"Yes... at least one."
A moment passed. Her words came in my ears, and my brain sat down for coffee. Well, it said to itself, that's an odd thing to say. It must mean something, I suppose. But what could it- oh. OH. "Carrie?"
She bit her lip and smiled.
"Carrie?!"
Her smile grew too big to bite her lip and she nodded.
"No damn way- Carrie?!"
She laughed. "Yes, yes, already!"
I hugged her with my free arm, hugged her tight. My Apple was bringing us another baby! Oh my god, I was going to be a father of three!
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My Apple's Smile
General FictionAn old Japanese myth tells that you're reborn with the face of the person you loved in your past life. As you reenter the world, looking again for love as a new person with an empty memory, you wear your old love's face in a final sign of devotion t...
