April 16th

The room was set up, they had all the furniture and supplies they need, and Phil and Keely were ready for the baby. Keely had started a maternity leave just a few days earlier, and was relaxing in the baby's room- just taking in the peaceful environment- when Phil got off work early and came home. They had plans to meet Owen and Via for dinner later that night.

Keely was standing in the middle of the room, turning in a circle slowly, observing every detail and making sure all the furniture, blankets, clothes, etc. were in place. She turned by the bed, it was made, she turned by the changing table, it was set up, and then she turned to the rocker. Something was missing. Though the room was green, a color that could work for boy or girl, the room had butterflies and flowers all around it so it looked perfect for a little girl. The bed sheets really did look nice- pale pink with cute butterflies and flowers in pastels printed on it.

The rocker, on the other hand, didn't have a butterfly or a flower on it. It was just white. Suddenly, Keely had an idea. They had pillows back at the store that went with the bed sheets and all the decorations- she and Phil could run to the store and grab one to put in the rocker. That was exactly what the room needed to be considered complete.

Phil arrived a minute later, and Keely explained to him her 'dilemma' and her solution to fix it. Phil groaned and rolled his eyes, but he really wanted Keely and the baby to be happy with this room, so he gave in and decided to take her to the store.

Keely was huge now- being due in only four days- so Phil had to support her as she 'waddled' to the car. He eased her down into the front seat and then helped her fasten her seat belt around the baby bulge. Then, Phil got in the driver's seat, revved the engine, and they drove off.

The store had lots of pillows, some with flowers, and others with butterflies, but none with a flower and a butterfly on the same pillow. Both pillows came in a wide variety of colors, five of which matched the colors found in the baby's room. And so the process of elimination began.

Almost forty minutes later, they were either standing or almost standing- Keely was leaning against the shelf tiredly. They had narrowed it down to two pillows when Keely placed her hands on the shelf behind her and eased up to a totally standing position. "Phil, I think I have to go to the bathroom," she said, placing her hands on the top of her stomach then standing up on her tip-toes and craning her neck, looking for a restroom sign.

"Keels, we have two pillows left. Can you help me choose, and then go?" Phil asked her, clearly ready to be done holding frilly, cutesy, girly pillows.

"Fine, I think I can wait."

They looked at both the pillows studying them hard. This was not an easy choice to make. One was pale pink with a purple and green butterfly on it, while the other was pale purple with a pink daisy and green leaves on it. Minutes passed slowly, and the decision was still not made.

Suddenly, Keely placed her hand on her stomach and groaned a little, looking down. There was a big wet spot on the front of her maternity skirt, going down most of the front. When Phil saw this, he jumped a little then quickly asked "Keely, oh my gosh, what's wrong? I thought you said you could wait? Did you really have to go that bad?"

She slowly turned her head to look up at him. Her face had gone a ghostly-white pale color, and she was clearly in pain. She reached out her hand, which had been resting on the bottom of her stomach and grabbed at him, searching diligently until she found his hand and held on tight. She whimpered, trying not to go into a state of hysteria and panic, then told Phil between breaths that were coming unevenly from her nervousness "Phil, I can hold it. In fact, I'm still holding it. My water just broke."

Another chapter down, and in less than four days:) I told way more people then I planned to what the name was, but you'll find out next chapter anyway. That means this story is sadly coming to a close in a chapter or two. Boo hoo:(

I have an idea for a sequel (?) But I'm pretty afraid of sequels. I'm pretty afraid of chapter stories, even. I dunno. Maybe down the road. I also have an idea for a new story lined up, so once I get my act together y'all can look out for that!

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