WDYS — We’ll Be Fine

Don’t worry baby, we’ll be just fine. I know your daddy left us, but we can make it — the two of us — together.

We’re better off without him, baby. He’s a real piece of shit. He left me — he left us — before you were born, and you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

We’ve got my mom and dad — your Grammy and Pop Pop — and all of my good friends. They’re here for us. They’ll be around to help out if we need it.

I promise you, sweetie, I’ve got you. You have nothing to fear. We’re in this together and we’re going to be great.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Kelly Sikkema @ Unsplash.

Little Devil

I know he’s an angelic looking baby, but I swear he is the devil incarnate. It’s gotten to the point that I just can’t take this anymore. I am tired of changing wet and poppy diapers and trying to get that baby to hush up so I can get some sleep. I think I’ve gotten the equivalent of maybe two hours of sleep last night, and what sleep I did get has been fitful.

I’d like to get back to my wood carving hobby to take my mind off things, but I’m afraid, with my patience waning and my nerves so raw, that I might use the carving knife as a weapon.

So please, sweetheart, I know you’ve only been gone for two days at your business conference, but I have a whole new respect for mothers and I need you to come home soon before I do something to our darling son or to myself that we’ll all regret.

Where are you? I wish you’d pick up. I hate leaving voicemail messages and I hope you get this before….

It’s been a while since I did a daily words prompt post, but I decided to give it a go tonight. Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (angelic), Ragtag Daily Prompt (wet), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (hush), Your Daily Word Prompt (equivalent), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fitful), and My Vivid Blog (wood carving). Sorry, The Daily Spur, but I couldn’t figure out how to get “quotation” to easily fit into this.

Thursday Inspiration — A Bundle of Joy

Jack walked through the door of their apartment. “Honey, I’m home,” he called out.

Sharon ran up to him and threw her arms around his shoulders, kissed him deeply on his mouth, and said, “Guess what, honey? We’re going to have a baby.” Then she showed Jack the pregnancy test stick.

Jack stepped back from Sharon and said, “Wait, aren’t you on the pill?”

“I was,” Sharon said, but I started to get some spotting so I called my gynecologist and she suggested that I stop taking them.”

Jack scratched his head. “That’s weird, Sharon,” he said. “We only just got married last month. I thought we agreed that we were going to wait at least a year before having a baby.”

“We did, Jack, but I went off the pill on my doctors advice and, well, you’re just so virile that I got pregnant right away,” Sharon said. “Good for you. My man is such a hunk!”

“Well, when you put it that way, Sharon,” Jack said, “woo-hoo! We’re gonna have a baby!”

Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the prompt word is “baby.” Also for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (scratch) and The Daily Spur (weird).

FOWC with Fandango — Baby

FOWCWelcome to June 26, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “baby.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Running Out of Time

08629265-E2D2-460B-AE84-CC517726E84E“You’re trying my patience, Alan,” Elizabeth said. “I know you know enough about female physiology to understand that there is a finite period of time for women to safely give birth to a healthy baby and my biological clock is ticking.”

“Yes, I do know that,” Alan admitted. “And I agree that someday soon….”

“Someday soon? Seriously?” Elizabeth said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “We’ve been together for almost twelve years, Alan, and you know how much I want a baby before it’s too late for me. The truth is that my window to get pregnant and to carry a baby to term is going to be closing very soon. I’m running out of time, so ‘someday’ just won’t cut it. Why won’t you commit to this for me, for us, for our future?”

“Elizabeth,” Alan said, “Between all of the geo-political chaos happening around the globe and the potential impact on the sustainability of human life on our planet due to unabated climate change, perhaps brining a child into this world is not such a good idea.”

“Get out!” Elizabeth screamed. “Pack your bags and leave. I can’t believe how I’ve wasted my time with you. Leave now.”

“Elizabeth, you’re being a little rash, don’t you think?” Alan said, reaching his hand toward her to touch her face. She swatted his hand away and picked up her phone. “Who are you calling?” Alan asked.

“Building security.”

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (finite), Your Daily Word Prompt (someday), Word of the Day Challenge (commit), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (security). Photo credit: Seth Macey@unsplash.