Orphan in Limbo

Baby Talk

--- 2 Month Ago ---

--- 27th of August, 1962 ---

The days were progressing like summer breeze as they were inevitable not only for the Howards, but also for Odette. The  late summer days were as sunny as sometimes rainy as usually, in spite of the slight summer breeze which emerges seldom. 

The both ladies were already in 5th month pregnant as they were expecting little rays of sunshines to emerge in this world via their wombs within 4 months due to next year. 

Odette and Jude have already planned how to name their unborn children whether if it's a girl or a boy. 

Today the weather in Vermont was sweltering as the small family perefered to stay at home instead of going out anywhere. The saturating, scintillating sun rays dispersed through the windows of the two story mansion as bullets, bathing the rooms in bright light. 

In the interim, Timothy was drinking ice lemonade in the kitchen with Jude and Odette as the radio was recently turned, playing Pat Boone's song Moody River: 

"Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife! Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life!"

"I can't believe it's so hot today. I don't even have the wish to go to the grocery store for a brief shopping journey." The former sister of the church complained by sipping her lukewarm, sticky lemonade as it resurrected her body and organs by licking gamely, greedily her lips afterwards, fanning with her solely free hand her yet youthful, coated in immense sweat and heat complexion. 

"Who doesn't, mom? I dislike the summer so much, because it's unbearable heat which eats you like a beast." The singer curtly snapped by wiping with the back of her petite, creamy hand her clammy forehead.

"The autumn is coming soon and ya shouldn't be so anxious about the weather at all. As much as our treasures which are living inside our bellies." In the interval, the former sister of the Roman Catholic church's free hand drifted down to her belly by kneading it as her fingers caressed her casual wine red sundress's satin fabric which shielded her bump in the second trimester. "Just focus over the symptoms of the eventual threat of miscarriage!" Suddenly Jude earned her love child's suspicious look, which she wore on her young-looking, porcelain face, veiling her mild irritation, franticness and ire at the thought of miscarriage, consuming her train of thoughts. 

"I know, Mom! I'm still worried over my first pregnancy and how I'll survive the last months of this overwhelming and elating process." The young lady muttered out as another violet baby kick befell her by causing her instinctive motion of her petite, secure hand shifting down to her bump by stroking it gently as she was genuinely doted on the unborn child and being obsessed with the concept of having a baby girl, who bears semblance to her creator. "I don't even know if I'm going to be a wonderful mother as much as ya." A wry, hoarse snigger tickled the young woman's oral caverns, emphasizing the word mother. 

"Don't be too fearful, my baby girl! Ya already know, ya are going to be a wonderful mother and I and yar fathah will be always next to ya, no matter if your decisions are bad or good." The middle-aged mother's hand reached for her daughter's head by fondling her lion mane of silky, glossy chestnut tresses, admiring its softness. "You can always count on us as parents and supporters even if we are the only people who do support and respect every decision of yours."

"Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree! It stands beside the river where you were to meet me on the ground your glove I found with a note addressed to me!" The Pat Boone's song 

"That's so kind of ya, mom and dad! I didn't know how might you react when your nineteen-year-old girl is pregnant with a child whose father isn't my soulmate." 

"No matter who's the father of this child, it's a God blessing! And do not ever dare calling yourself a slut, honey!" The former man of the cloth declared by pawing Odette's hand which rested on her bump by offering her a sympathetic, radiant smile, honed up in the corner of his berry-coloured lips. "Be happy with what you have, because tomorrow you may lose it in the hands of the oblivion!" Timothy kept on with his utterance by encouraging his daughter in optimistic manner as he sipped glass of lemonade, consequently leaving it aside on the kitchen table by placing on top of his wife's small, protective hand his colossal, creamy as satin hand. 

"It's a miracle though it's just overwhelming and puzzling this process. It's new to me." Meanwhile Odette heaved a jaded, soft as flute thin stings by lowering her hazelish-brown eyes down to the secure, larger hands of her father as they scooped in a ginger, affectionate caress their hands. 

"I was just like ya, Odette! A confused and staggered young woman, a future young mother with a love child. I was afraid with yar fathah we wouldn't be great parents and how I'm going to survive these tough 9 months of nausea, mood swings, drastic weight gain and constantly longing to go in the restroom to pee as these phenomenons are already well-known to me." Judy turned to her daughter by peppering her cheek and temple with doting, genial kisses as her naturally rosy-coloured, plumpish lips contacted her soft, milky skin of her facial features. "You're going to acknowledge the spectacular phenomenon by yourself once you become a mother within months, darling!"

"Look at these stunning bellies of yours! Do not underestimate the babies as if they're just toys!" In the meanwhile, Timothy got from his seat by crouching down against Jude by pecking a loving kiss on her bump as his hands delicately rubbed the ladies' bumps as he laid his ear on it by hearing another vigorous baby kick inside Jude's belly.

"It read: Dear love, I've done you wrong! Now I must set you free! No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin!I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend!"

Jude and Odette momentarily shut their eyelids like blinds by relishing the softness of the touch as if they were in seventh heaven.

"Aren't you going to say anything to the sweet little angels?"

"O-Of course, Timothy!" Another violent kick invaded the blonde as her honey brown irises widened at the kick by pursing her lips in startled manner, due to the unpredictable baby kick. "Ouch! This kick was so spontaneous. It looks like the baby is telling me it loves it when we're talking about it."

"Oh!" The juvenile singer chuckled jubilantly by resting her head on her mother's shoulder, keeping her eyelids temporarily shut. "No matter who's yar fathah, ya little ray of sunshine, I will still love for who ya are and you're going to be the most beautiful child I've ever laid eyes on."

"Whether if you are a girl or boy, I will still love you for who you're, no matter if you're just an only child or twins! You're my happiness, my sweet angel! Mama loves you more than anything or anybody who would love you."

To be continued...

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for this bland and short chapter! I wanted just to entertain my readers. :))