The (Un)Deliver Message

 

She looked at her sleeping husband. He doesn’t look peaceful like him at all. She brushed her belly gently and said softly am going to be a mother…can you listen to me…A forgotten face with hazelnut colored eyes flashed in her mind. This was the only dream they, rather, he adores most.

Dedicated to Her

Originally written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration#104 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 8 prompt Choke

Now also including Daily Prompt (02/24/2017): Baby

 

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