NOAH
After finishing the (oversized) cradle earlier in the week, Noah spent most of his days now gathering extra firewood and all of the supplies they would need for Cordelia’s delivery. He moved in and out of the house much like a worker bee coming to and from its hive. He needed to make sure that as the children came that he would not need to leave her for a few weeks. Even if he had to, he didn’t want to go far. He was confident her mother would want to come, and their friends would be doting on them, but Noah wanted to be sure they were set as much as he could.
Hearing her grunt, and her voice talking low, Noah stepped into the nursery — which, once upon a time, was Ezekiel’s room. ”Are you ok my love?” Noah asked, coming up behind her and stroking her back gently between the shoulder blades. Her effort was easily seen. There was no denying the difficulty the woman was facing as she carried new life into the world. Everyday Noah’s confidence in there being more than one baby grew and grew and grew.
Hearing her grunt, and her voice talking low, Noah stepped into the nursery — which, once upon a time, was Ezekiel’s room. ”Are you ok my love?” Noah asked, coming up behind her and stroking her back gently between the shoulder blades. Her effort was easily seen. There was no denying the difficulty the woman was facing as she carried new life into the world. Everyday Noah’s confidence in there being more than one baby grew and grew and grew.
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
