Chapter Twenty-Two

Grace

In a few days it was Cole's birthday. I got him a keyboard, and I knew he would enjoy it. Sam asked when we were going to have Cole's party.

"Well I was thinking, today! I just can't wait until I give him my present," I said.

"What did you get him," Sam asked excitedly.

"I got him a keyboard," I whispered because his room was the next room over.

"Wow, he is really going to love it."

"I know he will."

Sam brought me into the living room while Isabel held her hands over Cole's eyes. I laid the long box on his lap and Isabel moved her hands. Cole looked down and moaned,

"Why did you cover my eyes if it's wrapped?"

"Stop complaining," Isabel said punching him. Cole ripped open the paper and just stared at the box.

"Happy birthday Cole," I whispered to him. He opened his mouth to day something but no words came out.

Cole

The newest keyboard on the market and I got it from Grace.

"Grace I, I don't know what to say."

"You're welcome," Grace said. Sam walked over and gave me a knife to open the box. I cut the tape and slid the piano. I plugged it in the wall and pressed the on button. I hit the keys and listened to the crisp tones of the chords. I started to play random notes, it actually sounded pretty good.

"This sounds wonderful," I yelled to Grace. The Isabel pulled me over to the couch and handed me a square box. I shook it next to my ear. Then Isabel kicked me and pointed to the box.

"Open it already," she forced on me. I unwrapped the square and I saw on the CD, the cover said the best of Cole St. Clair, The Man Of NARKOTIKA.

"Thanks Isabel," I said after I gave her a kiss.

"I'm good I know," she said, "But there is one more thing, so open it." I opened the case and an envelope fell out. I opened the envelope and a found a letter.

Dear Cole,

Happy birthday I love you. I hope you know I do. I know that we talked about a family a few times on and off and well I had found out that we are going to have a family. The pictures will give you more information.

I looked in the envelope and found a strip of pictures. They had black and white blobs on them. Isabel was pregnant.

"Isabel," I gasped. I hugged her.

"Happy birthday," I put my hand on her belly and kissed her cheek.

"Ok, what did we miss?" Sam asked

"I'm having a baby," Isabel said. The whole room was filled with talking.

"Congratulations you guys," Grace said.

"So much for protection," Sam laughed in my ear. I scolded him with my eyes. "Good job, you are changing the diapers though."

"Thanks Sam," I said.

"Welcome." Sam walked over next to Grace and sat down.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Grace asked.

"Won't know until like two months from now," Isabel shrugged.

"So how far are you on?"

"I'm four months on so in five months Cole and I will be parents," Isabel said hugging my waist. I kissed the top of her head and she kissed my chin.

"Wait four?" I asked.

"Ya four why not?"

"Well you seem like normal Isabel to me, no stomach, or morning sickness, nothing."

"Ha," she said without humor, "That's what you think I've had morning sickness and you just haven't been paying attention, I do look four months pregnant, well according to Google images."

"Oh, well ok." The topic was over for now, but the way Grace and Isabel talked it was like Grace knew what she was going through, Grace couldn't be pregnant too, she just couldn't.