A MOTHER'S PROMISE
The nursery had become Daisy's sanctuary.
Whenever the stress became too much.
Whenever Richard called.
Whenever Vanessa found new ways to irritate her.
Whenever fear crept into her heart.
She came here.
The room was finally complete.
Three cribs stood side by side.
Three blankets rested neatly inside.
Three stuffed animals occupied a nearby shelf.
Everything was ready.
Everything except the babies.
Daisy slowly lowered herself into the rocking chair.
At eight months pregnant, even sitting had become a challenge.
The triplets had apparently decided her ribs were excellent playground equipment.
She winced as one of them kicked.
"Ow."
Another kick followed.
Then another.
Daisy narrowed her eyes.
"I know that'
