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March 3

Beyond The Horizon

Chapter 6: Calm Before the Storm

Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat on the plane. The pilot had just come over the intercom, saying that they would be landing in 15 minutes. 15 minutes! She couldn't decide if she was more excited or more nervous: excited to see her sister-in-law; nervous about why Faith wanted her to fly all the way out to Dallas. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back into the soft seat. She shut her eyes, envisioning how things were at home right now...

It was Saturday, so Michelle was no doubt out with her friends. Chris was at work down at the video game store at the mall. Emily was down for her afternoon nap and Matt was enjoying the silence, probably in his office working on some papers from the hospital. She smiled to herself. That was Saturday all right. Always the same...always perfect. Now that it was the 3rd, Sarah counted out that Faith and Sam's baby was due in around 2 months and 19 days. A small smile formed on her lips as she remembered what it was like preparing for Michelle and Chris...those last few months were so fun, getting their nursery ready, buying them clothes, and having a baby shower. And once they came, though an incredible amount of work, she and Matt had managed. Watching their beautiful young babies grow into children, then into teens, and now practically adults had been the most amazing experience of her life, and she knew that it would be the same for Faith.

She was deep in thought for the next few minutes. So deep, in fact, that she didn't hear the pilot announce that they were about to land. She didn't even notice until she felt the wheels of the plane hit the ground and suddenly her ride began to get rough as the pilot dragged the brakes and brought the plane to a stop in front of the gate. She waited a few minutes before grabbing her suitcase out of the over-head compartment. With a deep breath, she turned and walked off of the plane.

Since September 11, people weren't allowed up to the gates, and as Sarah entered the terminal, things were eerily quiet. No friends jumping up and down, no lost lovers reuniting once again...nothing. She sighed and made her way toward the security gate. When she got through, she saw Faith standing there with her hand over her stomach. As soon as the women made eye contact, both broke out into smiles. Sarah raced over and wrapped her arms around Faith. After a moment, she backed up and looked her over, taking in the changes in her sister-in-law. She looked, for the most part, like she had when Sarah had seen her last: 5 foot 6, medium blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a shining smile. There was a difference though, and that's what excited Sarah the most. Where Faith used to have a perfectly flat stomach and womanly hip figure was now a well-developing bump. She had filled out everywhere: her face, torso, legs, like all pregnant women do. Sarah giggled like her 4-year-old and put her hands on Faith's stomach.

"Faith!" She said, finally. "Look at this!" Faith laughed and put her hands over her growing stomach as well. She smiled.

"I know! Isn't it fun?" She asked. Sarah nodded, remembering once again what it had been like, only, of course, at 7 months, she had been much bigger, carrying two babies instead of one. Faith reached out to take Sarah suitcase, but Sarah pulled it away from her.

"Uh-uh. I don't think so!" She said with a laugh. "All you need to do is lead the way to the car." Faith did as she was told, and soon they arrived at Faith's deep red, regularly sized car. Sarah put her suitcase in the back seat and got in the passenger side. The women chatted for a few minutes more before Faith started up the car and backed out of the parking lot.

The drive home was a moderate one of 30 minutes. When they finally pulled up to the Camden home, Sarah noticed that Faith was looking pale. As soon as they parked, Faith said quickly to grab her bag and come in, then took off into the house. Sarah frowned, wondering what was wrong, then got out of her seat and got her suitcase out of the back. She shut the car doors and pulled the bag inside. Just as she was nearing the door, Faith was coming back out, looking disheveled.

"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked her, letting go of her bag and putting her hand on Faith's shoulder. Faith waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Oh nothing, don't worry. I'm just still having a bit of morning sickness every once and awhile. Driving for too long tends to set it off." She explained, "but I'm feeling better now. Don't worry." Sarah frowned.

"Faith, you should have told me! I could have rented a car and come out here myself, or Sam could have picked me up or something!" Sarah told her, half scoldingly. Faith held her stomach and smiled, shaking her head.

"No, it's more important for me to be there! A little morning...well...afternoon sickness is fine with me. It was so much worse during my first few months, but about half way though my fifth month it started to taper off. Now I only get it if I drive too much, or if I read for too long, strangely enough...things like that." She explained. "Anyway, come on in! I'll give you the grand tour." Sarah followed Faith inside the one-story home. The walls were a soft yellow color in the living room, to the left of the front door. There was a sofa and love seat facing the window. It was beautiful. Faith then led her into the main part of the home. It was simple. In front of them was the family room: 2 sofas, a recliner and a television. Connected by a wall with a pass through was the kitchen. Inside the kitchen, by the window, was a black rectangular table with 4 chairs. Sarah smiled, looking around. It reminded her of the first home that she and Matt had lived in: perfectly sized for the two of them, plus good, low payments. They had loved that house. Once the twins had been born, they realized that they wouldn't have enough room, and moved to the two-story home that they still lived in today. She looked around. They could make it fine here with the baby that was coming, although if they had another, she suspected that they would want to move just like Sarah and Matt had.

Faith then led Sarah down the hall in between the entryway and the family room.

"The first door on the left is a storage closet, the second is a bathroom. Straight ahead is Sam's and my bedroom. The second door on the right will be the baby's room." She said, putting her hand again over her stomach without thought, "and then here, the first on the right, is the guest room." Faith opened the door to reveal a beautiful room. There was a four-post bed on the wall opposite the door, underneath a wide window with light purple sheets that were tied back, letting in the afternoon sunshine. A wooden desk with a phone and rolling chair was in the corner with a lamp over it. The walls were painted a light purple, matching the curtains and the small flowers on the white bedspread.

"This is where you can sleep...I hope that it's all right. You can unpack you clothing and stuff in the closet on the left of the bed. I'll give you some time to settle in, unpack, call home, the works. I'm going to go start some dinner. Is spaghetti OK for you?" Sarah laughed.

"Of course, it's great. This is all great. Thank you, Faith." She stepped forward and hugged her. Faith just smiled.

"Thank you for coming all the way out here! I'm so happy to have you here." She said sweetly. They hugged once more before Faith turned and started out of the room.

Once she was gone, Sarah turned around and faced her suitcase. She got down on her knees and began to get the cloths out and hang them up in the closet. After she was done, she stored her case in the closet as well and went over to the desk, picking up the phone and dialing her home number. She was just finishing up her call when there was a faint knock at her door. She called to come in and Sam entered the room with a smile.

"Sam!" Sarah said excitedly. They hugged for a moment, then Sarah looked him up and down a few times. "Wow. Little Sam is going to be a father soon!" She said, as if realizing it for the first time. Sam laughed.

"Little?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've known you since you were what...5? You'll always be little Sam. But you have grown up a lot lately." She said, jokingly pinching his cheek. Sam was about to speak when Faith began to call...first quietly, then more urgently. Sam and Sarah ran out to the kitchen where Faith was leaning over with one hand on the table behind her and one on her stomach. Her skin was white as paper. Sam ran over to her and put his arms around her.

"Faith, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly. Faith mumbled something inaudible. "What? Faith, what's going on?"

"I-" She began, then suddenly began to fall. Sarah screamed and rushed forward to help Sam catch her. When they did so, they saw that her eyes were shut.

"Sam, call 9-1-1, get an ambulance out her now." She said urgently. "I'm going to check her vitals." With out a word, Sam ran to the phone and Sarah heard him speaking to the operator. She looked down at Faith, limply draped across her lap. She laid her on the ground and put her fingers onto her upper neck. Good: a pulse. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as she counted the heart rate and continued trying to wake Faith up. Sam rushed back a moment later and dropped to his knees next to his wife.

"Faith! Come on, Faith, wake up, honey." He said loudly, touching her face and arms. He turned to Sarah. "They're on their way."

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