Ezra
So, there I was, wallowing in self-pity on the couch in the living. It was Saturday and reruns of Dragon Ball Z were showing on the television. I was feeling kind of down even after my darling Killian's attempt at cheering me up. The house was silent seeing as my parents went out for a 'day date' and I was not expecting them until sometime tomorrow. If the stillness had continued, I would have fallen asleep.
The loud screech of a car pulling up in our drive made me alert in seconds.
“Ezra! Ezra!” Seth shouted my name.
His voice was panicked, and it pushed me into over drive. I ran out and there he was, flustered with a red tinted face. He was panting hard and as I looked passed him, the car was idling on the curb.
“He went into labor! Misha is in labor!”
A wave of excitement
