Eight months later…
Andy sat in her car as she drove to Rittenhouse. She was a little over eight months along. Tired of the silence, she turned the radio on.
"You're listening to 104.9 KTL." A male's voice came on. "And now here's Rachel Proctor with "Me and Emily."
Floorboard is filled with baby toysAnd empty coke bottles and coffee cups
Driving through the rain with no radio
Trying not to wake her up
Cell phone says "low battery"
God, what if I brake down?
I'm just looking for an exit with a lotta lights
A safe little interstate town
Just a cheap hotel
With a single bed
And cable TV
Is good enough for me and Emily
Someday when she's old enough,
She's gonna start asking questions about him
Some kid at school brings his dad for show and tell,
And it gets her little mind a-wondering
"Where's my Daddy? Do I have one?
Does he not love me like you do?"
Maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us
And I'll tell her when she's old enough to know the truth
Will it break her heart?
Will she understand,
That I had to leave?
That's what was best for me and Emily
The house was never clean enough
His dinner never warm enough
Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy
So I guess he gave me what he thought I deserved,
But it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her
Big rigs are throwing rain on my windshield
And I feel like they're laughing at me
Finally the storm is letting up
And the morning is breaking free
It's a brand new day
It's a second chance
Yesterday is just a memory
For me and Emily
Floorboard is filled with baby toys
And empty coke bottles and coffee cups
Least there's one good thing that he gave me,
And she's starting to wake up
As the song ended, Andy started thinking. Because she was old fashioned, she didn't want to know what sex the baby was until it was born. Granted, it did hinder the decorating of the nursery she and the girls were working on.
She still didn't have any names picked out, girl or boy.
"Emily's pretty though." She thought aloud. The song did remind her a lot of herself and her unborn child. Maybe it was a sign. "If it's a girl, then Emily it is." She smiled and put her free hand on her stomach.
Andy was only a few minutes away from Rittenhouse when she came approached the intersection. As she stopped her car for the red light, a truck whipped around the on-coming corner. Andy noticed it only mere seconds before it crashed into the passenger side of her car.
As soon as the two vehicles collided, Andy began screaming. She shut her eyes as she felt the car skid across the street.
It was over almost as soon as it started. The airbag had deployed, so Andy was trying to push it out of her way. She opened her car door. Shaking, she stood up. As soon as she was vertical, a spasm of pain ran down her back to her stomach. She looked down at the gray pants she was wearing. A dark stain was forming between her legs. Her water had broken.
All of a sudden, the stain turned a crimson color. She was bleeding.
"Ma'am? Are you okay?" A man who looked to be about twenty or so was running up to her.
"I need to get to the hospital. My baby…" She moaned in pain.
The man looked down at her pants and saw what she was talking about.
The last thing Andy remembered before blacking out was somebody holding her up and assuring her that she'd be okay.
