“She just called. She’s about five minutes away,” he said.
“Good, because we have to go to the hospital.”
“Really? Are you okay?”
He touched my stomach and the baby kicked. Mom and Phil stood with worried looks on their faces.
“I’m fine, she’s fine too, I think. It’s just that something’s not right, so I called the doctor and he said to go to the hospital and get checked.”
“Then let’s go,” he said.
Mom touched my arm gently and without her saying a word, I knew what she was asking.
“Might as well make this a family trip. Let’s all go to the hospital,” I said.
Jagger pulled the SUV with our car seat out of the garage just as his mother pulled up in front of the house.
“Oh, just look at you. I remember being pregnant with Jagger like it was just yesterday.” Mom and Phil waved to her from their car. “What’s going on?”
“We’re going to the hospital, Mom,” Jagger said. “Why don’t you ride with Dad and Rachel?”
“Did your water break?”
“No, I just don’t feel right.”
“Then let’s get there right away.”
~ Eighteen ~
Jagger
Sierra was resting with the baby in her arms. Our parents had left, happy to see the baby so soon after she was born, promising to be back in the morning. Now that we were alone, we had a very important task ahead of us – naming our child.
As the baby slept, Sierra touched the wisp of black hair that stuck out from the knit hat. Then she tore her eyes away from her and smiled at me. As she shifted over in the hospital bed, she patted the space beside her. I climbed in and pulled her close.
“She needs a name,” she said.
“We really should have talked about this sooner.”
“No, we had an extended time out. No thinking allowed. You know how worried I was. After it took us so long to get pregnant, I didn’t want to jinx anything.”
“Yeah, but even the doctor said there was nothing wrong with us.”
“Exactly, so it was that time out that did the job.” She grinned then pointed at the TV. “Put it on, it’s too quiet in here. Just not too loud.”
I turned on the television and flipped through some channels until a familiar face came on the screen. Woody Allen was telling Diane Keaton that love was too weak a word for how he felt, just like I had told Sierra so long ago.
Sierra rested her head on my shoulder, and I kissed the top of her head. She and I were so in tune with one another, I rarely had to say everything I was thinking.
“What do you think?” I asked.
She looked back at the baby and smiled. “I think it’s perfect. She looks like an Annie.”
I reached over and softly touched Annie’s hand. Her little fingers closed around my finger like a vise grip. I didn’t know how I could love anyone as much as I loved Sierra, but just her being born proved it to me. But I didn’t just love her or Sierra. Love was too weak a word.
The End
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