Angel's Lullaby

Country Home

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Christmas was around the corner.

John and Randy were total Christmas freaks. They loved the holiday. In fact, every year, they had Christmas at a unique country location, usually in Massachusetts. This year, Trish and Chris were spending the holidays with the young couple.

"Welcome to the house!" John exclaimed, pulling into the parking lot. Trish was in shock. She couldn't see the guys staying willingly in a country manor. It was so unlike them.

The house seemed HUGE from the outside. Painted a pale gray, it seemed perfect. The front yard was huge and green. There was a porch swing situated on the porch. Trish was in love.

"This is...WOW!" she murmured. Kissing John's cheek, Randy chuckled.

"We have Trisha speechless! Stop the presses!" he chuckled. Waddling over to him, she reached out and swatted him in the back of the head.

"You deserved that!" she exclaimed, waddling up the porch stairs. Now in her twentieth week, there was no doubt she was pregnant. She was showing and proud of it.

Some women carried their pregnancies in their bellies. Some women carried their pregnancies in their butts. Other women carried their pregnancies in their breasts.

The petite blonde woman carried her pregnancy in her breasts, butt and belly.

"She looks so pregnant from behind!" Chris commented, in a loud whisper. "You would never know she was only twenty weeks along,"

Randy hated to admit it but Chris was right.

John jogged up ahead. Sighing, he slid the house key into the lock. Turning it, he opened the door. Trish sauntered in.

She sighed, gazing around the house. With walls of soft creme and furniture made out of an expensive leather, it was every woman's fantasy.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, settling into the plush couch. Her hand gently grazed the front of her belly. She couldn't believe they had gotten her to a rural town in Massachusetts. It was unlike her to enjoy the silence of rural area.

She jerked, glancing down at her belly. She closed her eyes. Maybe she had been hallucinating. Then, she jerked again. Noticing, Randy sauntered to her side.

"Why do you keep jerking?" he asked, in a soft whisper. Shaking her head, she took his hand. Gently, she eased it up her shirt. He was surprised to find that her belly was firm, not soft. Tears filled her eyes. Randy gasped as he felt it.

The baby had kicked.

"Excuse me," Trish jumped to her feet, no easy task. Then, she ran outside. Concerned, Chris went to follow her. Randy motioned for him to stay. The young man followed the pregnant woman outside.

Trish sat on the porch swing. Lovingly, she cradled her belly. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was rocking back and forth. Sitting beside her, Randy sensed inner turmoil.

"What's wrong?" he asked. She sighed, as if getting ready to reveal a deep secret.

"This is the longest I've ever carried a pregnancy." she sobbed. "I can't concieve with Chris. Everytime I concieve with him, I miscarry. The doctor cleared me medically before I took on your pregnancy. It's something with his sperm,"

"Trisha, I didn't know. We wouldn't have asked you to do this if we had known," he said, slipping his arm around the woman. She sobbed into his chest.

"I love being pregnant! I wish I could have my own healthy baby!" she sobbed. Randy helped her to her feet. Calling into the house to let Chris and John know they were leaving, he led her towards the black pick-up truck.

They drove in complete silence for half an hour. Trish silently wept the entire time. Randy's heart went out to her. He couldn't even begin to imagine the pain she was experiancing.

He stopped in front of a small wooded area. It was secluded, perfect to speak to the grieving woman.

"How many miscarriages have you had?" he asked. Sniffling, she sighed.

"One at six weeks, and I had a stillbirth at twenty-one weeks." she sniffled. "I was so happy when I got pregnant. I didn't show nearly as much. It was a little boy, Mason James. I miss my baby so much,"

Trish was an incredibly strong woman. Randy had had no clue how much she had grown through. He hadn't even known she had been pregnant before her surrogacy pregnancy.

"This baby is going to survive. I've had a much easier pregnancy than my last one. Are you mad at me?" she asked, sobbing harder.

"Why would I be mad at you?" he asked. Shaking, she sighed.

"Because I didn't tell you about my history and I put the baby at risk," she sobbed.

"Did you tell the doctor before you went ahead with this?" he asked. She nodded.

"Of course! I wouldn't risk another child to be selfish," she said. "Dr. Fitzgibbon said it would be okay, if I tried one more time,"

"I have no reason to be mad. In fact, I'm damn grateful that you're giving life to my daughter," he said, holding her.

"Daughter? It could be a boy!" she said. Randy glanced at her skeptically. Then, patting her belly, the baby greeted him with a kick.

"Yeah right,"

Then, through her tears...Trish grinned.

He always knew how to make her feel better.

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Yes, I know the situation above is highly unlikely. It just seems to add more to Trish's character, and Randy's character development. Oh well! Just, I don' know,...ENJOY!

JenLea

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