Untitled project I

Found upon cleaning my apartment. Unsure what this is or where it came from. Or if I should keep writing. It does seem to center around a theme of pregnancy.

He brushed her dark hair out of her eyes framing her gentle face.  His stomach for a second twisted and knotted.  She pushed her frame on to her back in a restless sleep.  He allowed a sigh of relief to leave his body.  He watched quietly as her ever growing form became entangled in the jersey knit sheets.  He leaned down and kissed her fore ehad.

 

"I'm sorry."  He said in a whisper

 

He pulled down the sheet before lifting the hem of her night goarn exposingt he ever growing stomach.  Solemnly he reached for the knife on the nightstand.  For a second he took a deep centering breath as he placed his freehand on her stomach.  It was then or around hten that he was was confronted by a gentle kick.  Reality flowed back to him as he looked down at her stomach.  As if on cue, the baby kick again.  He returned the knife to the place it had been resting.  The realization of his actions dawned on him.  This would be impossible.  Whether or not thsi visions he'd seen were true or not, he couldn't do it.

 

The happiest day of his life was her telling him that he was going to be a daddy.

 

He couldn't take that away from himself.

 

"I"m sorry to you too."  He whispered at her stomach.

 

"Sorry fpr what?"  She asked half awake.  He turned her head to her slowly rising form.  Idlely he wondered how log she'd been awake.  Couldn't have been long.  She'd reacted differently if she had.  He smiled at her.

 

"Restless Night."  He said.  "I was keeping the baby up."

 

She nodded processing.  That's what hurt more than anything.  Not they lying, she'd always been pretty good to cut through his crap but when she believed him.  That's what hurt.  Her looking at him with trust in those otherworldly eyes when he knew the words on his lips were false.  He leaned down again and kissed her stomach.  She smiled.

 

"He's not quiet."  She said finally.

 

"He's just anxious."  He replied laying down beside her.  "All the excitment going on outside."

 

She nodded. "Do you think he'll be healthy?"

 

"Yea,"  He sighed "And more powerful than you'll ever know."

 

"Hmm?"

 

He smiled at her again.  "I'm going to go the  7-11.  Want anything?"

 

"No, wait those cheesey hot dogs."  Her eyes went wide with excitment.  "With chocolate sprinkles?"

 

"Sure,"  He laughed.  "Anything you want."

Author's Note

Fragment of a story with no ending. Tell me what you think in general.

Reviews

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it was pretty good, and creative. cheesy hot dogs with sprinkles...mmmm:P