Chapter 224

As predicted, Sandra woke the next morning with a jerking in her stomach that made her run to the bathroom. As she leaned across the toilet, she thought about the books they had been reading. If they were right, she was at the end of the morning sickness stage, and she welcomed its departure gladly. She honestly felt as though she should name the many toilets, she had visited over the past three months. The one in her grandparents’ home could be John, the one at Aunt Kissy’s could be Jane. The one on the plane would be Miles, since Creighton insisted they needed to keep up their membership in the Mile-High Club and this one was definitely Pervie, named after the perversion she knew her husband would soon introduce her to…again.

Creighton awoke to the sounds of his wife in the bathroom. Gut wrenching sounds that made his own stomach jump echoed from behind the closed door. He tossed the covers aside and quietly padded down the stairs to the kitchen where he stood in front of the fridge