The doctor gone to complete his rounds, with the promise to return, Charlotte and Sam were as close as two people could be, where one was in a hospital bed and the other sitting in the bedside chair.
"Charlotte," Sam spoke her name softly. "I have to tell you something."
Please God, let it not be an affair. Remembering her husband picks the most inopportune times to drop bombs like, needing AA, and quitting his job. She braced herself, and hoped that her baby, was it really a boy, was braced as well.
"Charlotte."
"You said that already."
"Charlotte..." His wife waved her hand in the air, trying to rush him to the punch.
"When the hospital called, I was in bed dreaming."
"And.."
"I was dreaming about playing cards with three women in a hotel room. They were telling me that everything was going to all right and to go to you. Next thing I knew the phone was ringing and the rest is history."
Charlotte smiled. "Or is it her story?"
Sam rubbed his hand across his wife's abdomen. "Or maybe it is the beginning of our story?"
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