Orphan in Limbo

Catching Up (1)

--- 2 Months Ago ---

--- 29th of August, 1962 ---

2 days after the Howards spent the torrid day at home by talking to their unborn children to their two of kinds, according to them, nevertheless Odette has determined to visit her friend Serena by going in a local café and eat sundae, besides share a coffee moment with one another as friends.

Moreover, the young woman's ticket was booked for today for 1 o'clock in the afternoon for Boston as she should be right on time at the airport without an ado.

Whilst Timothy was flopping the pancakes with the spatula by grasping it firmly by weairng a mere, clean white apron, in order to not muff his plain white cotton T-shirt, which ideally framed beneath his toned chest, abs and muscly biceps as well, Jude and Odette were tidying altogether the couple's bedroom by sorting the books on the tall, grandiose, lacquered in cherry wood bookshelf with sea of books, judging their authors' alphabet order.

"So you're going back in Boston to see a friend of yours?" The former sister of the church asked with apparent enthusiasm in her voice by heaving an exhale from the top of her lungs, battering her lips. Followed by a reply of humbly nodded head as Odette was sorting the row of books by chewing her bottom lip. " That's good! I'm glad you will see Serena since it has been a week of seeing each other."

"Yeah and probably eating a sundae, besides share one another's stories about our lives and experiences which happened by this week." The singer's tongue lightly clicked on the roof of her oral caverns. "I did nothing special this week than attending the local bars and entertain the people with songs of these years twice a week since I'm feeling down with the pregnancy, ya know." Odette resumed her utterance.

"It's something, at least. To spill the tea and probably ya can," All of a sudden, violent baby kicks hit the both women as they abided dazzled for a split second as their orbs widened in franticness by making instinctively their petite, creamy hands glither down to their bumps by lightly rub them, communicating with the unborn rays of sunshines. "Ouch! The little angel kicked again. It looks like it's happy when we are discussing him." A reluctant gasp harmonized the elder woman's tongue by temporarily gritting her teeth as her jawline contracted due to the spontaneous, howsoever violent baby kick. Ivory, cheerful smile cradled the brunette's lips in a  crescent  form."Don't ya agree, sweetheart ?"

"I do! This baby kicks and kicks especially when their Mommies are talking about spilling the tea about their treasures."

"Well, they wouldn't be more proud when somebody is direct about them. Just imagine putting yarself in their shoes and living in yar Mommy's womb. And hearing the shit wandering here and there, and when somebody mentions you, regardless if it's a girl or boy, according to your predictions, therefore wouldn't you just react like that? Kick by responding? Huh? "

"Mhm. Who doesn't like to being discussed? And why do ya think it's going to be a boy yars?" The singer arched an eyebrow as she nibbled on her plumpish, rosy-coloured lip as her heart beats accelerated.

"Because I think so. I mean, I've already my gorgeous daughter with her mother's eyes and her father's hair but what about a baby boy," The middle-aged lady momentarily paused by turning to her daughter after putting a few books to the row as one of her hands' index finger stretched up to her forehead by slowly glithering alongside by caressing her button nose by stopping on the tip of the nose, indicating its ideal proportions as her piercing with searing slyness hazelish-brown eyes were as piercing as daggers, gouging its victim's eyelids in murderous manner. "Possessing my hair and certainly eyes and most of all, his fathah's gorgeous facial features and smile. Mini blonde Timothy!" As Jude emphasized the last words, the juvenile lady couldn't suppress coy, half-hearted giggle, tickling the corners of her mouth as her mother joined her freely.