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Early this morning, full of nerves, I took a pregnancy test.
I am pregnant.
I couldn't wait to tell Sam. After the test, I had gone into hyper-mode, cleaning the house from top to bottom before I took a trip to the super center to get a collection of spray paint and acrylic paint. The bags I carried into the house mid morning were full of crafts and stencils. I even bought a small bottle of epoxy. I knew I didn't have a lot of time if I wanted to get this done before Sam got off patrol at three pm. That only left me with five hours. Bringing all of my supplies out to the back yard, I set up on the patio table. While I was working on Sam's surprise, I called Charlie, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll be back home by the end of the day." He assured me. "They found the guy, Bella." He sounded exhausted and defeated.
I wasn't sure what he meant by that. "The guy?" I asked softly.
"He was deranged. He slaughtered all those people, dumped them in the ocean right at the current. There's no way we'll ever find them. When we found him, we tried to arrest him but he fired at us. Death by suicide." He breathed heavily as if this was his fault.
I wasn't sure how they decided on this random guy to blame all the murders on in Seattle. How did the police and FBI come to that conclusion?
"I'm glad you're coming home finally. Can we do dinner tomorrow?" I asked. I didn't want to tell Charlie about my pregnancy until Sam knew.
"Sounds good, kid. I'll see you then."
The bronze spray paint was coated evenly on the long piece of wood. I turned the sign sideways and stenciled in glittery white: Tsida Qahla. It means Young Sun and I knew Sam would appreciate it. I worked for several hours, creating artwork on wood and canvases of wolves and the Olympic Peninsula. I wasn't even sure where the ideas came from. I just decided to create a veritable nursery in our spare room. I was sure Sam wouldn't mind.