Amelia's sister-in-law raised the garden pick and hit the ground again. She worked at the compacted ground and sweating all the while but Amelia stood a little to the side said nothing. She was looking for something but wouldn't or couldn't tell Amelia what it was. She only knew it was important to get to it before sunset which, neither could believe would ever come given how hot it was. They were in the desert and there was no one around them for kilometers. She raised the pickaxe again and grunted to swing it back over her head to hit the ground. Just as suddenly as it had been day, it was evening and where the sun had sat moments before, the moon shone in its place. She wiped her brow. This had to work. She swung and hit the ground and the pickaxe held fast in the ground. Something was happening under her weight, through her determination and maybe the sheer force of her will. Thought it was night, the moon illuminated Amelia's face who now stood curious as to what would happen next. Her sister in law looked too.

There, where the sharp point stuck in the ground, a dark viscous liquid started to seep from the wound made in the ground. Amelia's eyes lit up and she applauded. Her sister-in-law smiled as she wiped the sweat from her brow again but something was wrong. The liquid kept pooling slow and glossy and she looked up at the sound of Amelia who covered her mouth and started screaming. Amelia had realized it was blood first.

She woke with a start, shivering. Edgar turned on the light next to the bed and held his wife who pushed him away in the same gesture that Amelia had made in her dream, to run to the bathroom to be sick. When she came back to bed after washing up, she found Edgar at the edge of the bed his eyes glinting with tears but smiling. He got up to kiss his wife on the forehead and this time, unlike in her dream, it was he who wiped the sweat off her forehead as she felt a new wave of nausea. This is how they both knew she was pregnant with their first child.