When Marty arrived in his driveway, Tamara handed him a huge box—a week's worth of diapers, formula, and a few changes of clothes.
After Marian and Stevie were asleep, Karen and Marty huddled in their room. The baby gurgled in his basket. Marty scrutinized the GS-QEO documents while Karen made calls to lawyers, Children's Services, and to their congressmen.
"They've got your signature on petitions," Marty looked up, his reading glasses perched low on his nose, "and photos of you at demonstrations."
"But I didn't organize those!" Karen complained, "I joined a mission."
"I know, K," Marty nodded. Looking at his computer, he screen scrolled, "We're not the only ones, thousands got deliveries today."
When the baby fussed, Karen tossed her phone on the bed. She bent over, lifting him. Karen draped him over her shoulder and patted his back.
Marty got up, stepping behind her, he brushed his fingers through the infant's fine hair. "You're a natural at this," he observed quietly.
"Do the papers say if he has a name?" Karen wanted to know.
"Naming is up to us."
"That Asian woman said something about more children?"
Massaging the bridge of his nose, Marty nodded while inhaling deeply.
"How many?" Karen's voice shook.
"One a year for the next twenty years."
"Marty! The food, diapers, and medical bills! Marian and Stevie's college... This'll ruin us!"
"God never gives more than we can handle, Karen We'll figure it out."
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Life Rights, a Fertility Fable
ChickLitPregnancy termination is no more. Life rights for both mothers and their unborn children are preserved--with enforced help.
