Felicia
The evening had been quiet and peaceful.
I sat on the porch in my favorite rocking chair, my enormous belly resting heavily on my lap. At eight months, I felt like I might burst at any moment. The babies were so active tonight, tumbling and kicking like they were having a party inside me. I rubbed slow circles over my tight skin and smiled tiredly.
“You’re all so strong,” I whispered. “Just a little longer, my loves. Mommy can’t wait to hold you.”
The lake looked beautiful under the moonlight. I stayed outside until the night grew cooler, then waddled back inside, locked the door, and got ready for bed. Clara had told me to rest as much as possible. I changed into my softest nightdress, propped up the pregnancy pillow, and lay on my side.
Sleep came slowly. My back ached and t
