Three Months Later

Sara moodily sighed; No one ever visited her, all the excitement in her life was gone and therefore, she felt she had the right to be moody.

Now six months pregnant, she had experienced some changes, both good and bad. One of the good things was that they had started on decorating the nursery.

It had originally been the guest room. A medium sized room with a lot of sunlight, which Sara had read that the brighter a nursery is, the happier the baby should be.

Just one of the bad things happened to be that her mood often changed faster than the speed of light. One moment Sara would be happy and smiling, then the next she would be crying her eyes out for no apparent reason.

Her obstetrician had said that the mood swings were completely normal; When Sara pointed out that this pregnancy had been nothing at all similar to when she had been pregnant with Liz, the doctor simply responded, "No two pregnancies are the same."

That was another thing; Sara often found herself reminiscing about the past. Mostly about before she had gotten pregnant with this baby.

Although she was extremely thrilled to welcome this child into the world, Sara was sick of being pregnant. The past six months had felt like six years; And she still had three months to go!

"Mommy!" Liz called from the kitchen.

It was Saturday and it appeared that Liz was especially needy; Or perhaps she realized that she had better collection as much attention as possible before the new baby came.

"What?"

"Mommy, my hand is has peanut butter all over it!"

Sara groaned as she stood up from the couch; It seemed to be where she spent most of her time. Not necessarily watching television, but most of the time just sitting there thinking.

"Hold on, I'm coming. Don't touch anything," Sara sighed.

Gil had once again left to go grocery shopping; The one thing she could still do without having help and he had to take it away.

Sara slowly made her way to the kitchen and upon reaching it, she nearly fainted. Liz was standing on a chair at the island in the center of the kitchen, peanut butter jar on it's side. The young girl turned around on the chair she heard her mother enter the room.

"What the hell was going on in here?" She gasped.

Peanut butter fingerprints where all over the island, counters and refridgerator. Surely Liz hadn't made this mess; But then again, Sara and Liz were the only two in the house.

"I was trying to do what you and daddy do; Collecting fingerprint! So I thought the peanut butter would lift them. But it didn't work the first few times so I kept trying," Liz explained.

She wiped her forehead with her hand, smearing the sticky substance over her face as she did so.

"Okay. Go sit at the table but do not touch anything," Sara pulled a chair out from the table for Liz to sit in.

She could feel her mood starting to change. It wasn't anything she could control. The tears welled up behind her chocolate eyes and before she knew it, Sara was sitting on the floor of the peanut butter covered kitchen, sobbing.

"I'm sorry, mommy! I didn't mean to make you cry!" Liz wailed. She slowly approached her mother with tears in her own eyes.

"Go wash your hands and your face," Sara choked out. She did her best to cover her face in her hands, so Liz wouldn't see her crying.

Once the little girl's footsteps could no longer be heard, Sara rested her head back on the island. She was so sick of crying for no reason at all; And it broke her heart for Liz to see her so emotional.

She heard the front door open followed by footsteps.

"Hey, I'm home!" Gil called. He dropped his keys onto the small table next to the door; Sara was a little surprised at how silent the house was. She could hear everything that was going on.

As she heard Gil approaching the kitchen, she attempted to clean her face up; It was a fruitless effort. More tears flooded her eye and spilled down her cheeks as Gil came into her view.

"Sara? What's wrong?" Gil whispered hoarsely as he spotted his wife; He quickly rushed to her side and knelt down.

"I'll be fine. Go find Liz and tell her she didn't make me cry," Sara pleaded; She closed her eyes and sighed. She just wanted to be able to stop crying and explain to her daughter that she wasn't the cause of her mother's tears.

Gil nodded and stood up. He looked back at Sara once as he walked out of the room, a look of confusion in his eyes.

After inhaling deeply twice, Sara was able to stop the seemingly endless flow of tears. Much to her relief, as she touched her cheek, no more tears fell.

With a sigh Sara pushed herself up from the floor; She glanced around at the peanut butter mess she still needed to clean up, but decided to leave it alone until later.

Liz was much more important than any food.

She trudged out of the kitchen; Upon reaching the stairs, she was surprised to see Liz running down them.

"Daddy explained it to me. I didn't make you cry; But I'm sorry I made a mess," Liz mumbled, her arms locked around her mother's waist.

"It's okay. I'm not mad; You're a little kid. You're supposed to experiment. Next time, ask for my help in fingerprinting the kitchen, okay?" Sara smiled down at Liz.

"Sure thing mommy."

She released Sara from the hug and with a smile, ran off to play.

"You okay?" Gil inquired as he reached the last step.

"Yeah. I'd better go clean that up."

"And I'm going to unload the groceries."

Sara walked off in the direction of the kitchen, whilst Gil strode out the front door.

With a grin she began scrubbing the peanut butter off of the counter; It made her happy to see Liz wanting to expand her knowledge.

She hoped the unborn child in her stomach would be the same way.