Waking: Kicking
A drabble of 100 words
By December21st
Elizabeth woke. Ow. The baby was kicking again. She patted her burgeoning belly, telling him to go back to sleep. Only a few more weeks, then he could be born. Then everyone would stop worrying about her, having another baby later in life than was really recommended. She wasn't worried. Ow. Unless John's progeny succeeded in breaking a rib. Carson assured her that an active baby was a good sign. Only now it would take her forever to get back to sleep. Ow. Well, if she had to be awake … she reached over to wake up the baby's father.