Chapter 7
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. They had dinner, and Bud kindly offered to give AJ his bath and put him to bed. Then came the moment that Sam had been dreading. It was time for Harriett and Bud to go to bed! 'How in the hell am I going to handle this?' Sam thought. His only comfort was that Al was off trying to get Harriett's medical files and would not be there to offer comments!
Sam searched through Harriett's dresser, while Bud took his shower. He managed to find a silk pair of pajamas that he thought would cover him well. Quickly putting them on before Bud came back into the room, Sam turned and was about to get into bed and pull up the covers when he realized…he didn't know what side of the bed Harriett slept on! How was he going to solve this one?
As Sam was trying to figure this out, Bud came out of the bathroom in a pair of boxers, towel drying his hair. "Ready for bed, sweetie?" Bud asked, throwing his towel into the hamper. He walked over to the bed and got in on the left side.
Getting in on the right side, Sam pulled the covers up over himself. Bud reached out and pushed the covers off and began unbuttoning Harriett's pajama top, from the bottom.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked him.
"What I always do before bed, silly!" Bud grinned.
Sam watched in horror as Bud opened the top and then reached for a small jar on the nightstand. He opened it and took some cream out on his fingertips. Bud began rubbing it into Harriett's swollen tummy. Sam had to admit that it felt wonderful, but as was his usual luck, Al chose that moment to appear.
"Oh, Sam! I am really getting worried about you! First you are kissing a guy, and now you are letting him rub your pregnant belly?!" Al stood at the end of the bed shaking his head and smoking a cigar.
Since Bud was looking at Harriett's stomach, Sam took the opportunity to glare at Al. "Bud, I know it's late, but all of a sudden I am just dying for a toasted fried egg and peanut butter sandwich, would you mind making one for me, please?"
After grimacing at the thought of it, Bud threw back the covers and got up, "Sure sweetie, would you like something to drink with that?"
"Hot chocolate, please," Sam replied. Bud left the room thinking that this was the weirdest craving that his wife had had to date.
"Wow, Sam! You remembered your favorite sandwich? I used to cringe every time you ordered one of those in the cafeteria when we were getting the project off the ground."
"Never mind that now, we only have until Bud gets back to talk. What have you found out about how Harriett and the baby die?"
"That's just it, we are having trouble finding the medical records. Tina is still searching, and all we can come up with right now is for you to be very careful. I know it's not much, but until we can find the records, that's all we have."
"Keep looking. Al we only have tomorrow to find out."
"I will, Sam, and you have a good night with your hubby! Don't do anything I wouldn't…wait, that would leave a lot of things open that would cause even me to shudder…just behave!" Al smirked as he stepped back into the imaging chamber and disappeared.
To be continued…..
