By Marjan
Molly’s eyes anxiously follow the nurse as she enters the postpartum room. Perspiration soaks her flimsy blue gown. She fights the urge to close her sleep-deprived eyes, afraid she will never wake up.
And she remembers her husband’s last words before he collapsed to the delivery room floor. “I am going to be sick.” She nibbles her lower lip.
The nurse approaches her bed, smiles, and places a hand on Molly’s shoulder. “The doctor says your husband will be just fine.”
Molly breathes a sigh of relief. But this is the last time she will invite Nate into the delivery room.
I broke out in laughter. At the beginning I was still wondering if her husband is going to die, though the words like postpartum, delivery room gave me the hints. The line “I’m going to be sick”, and “I will never invite Nate to into the delivery room” just tickled my funny bones.
Thank you, Chieh. I am pleased you enjoyed it.
Excellent story and made me laugh
Thank you, Helen for your kind words. I had fun writing the story.