PRIMROSE

She sat on the balcony, with a heating pad below her belly. This was the only place she had gotten some comfort.

She wondered what labor would feel like if it hurts this bad already.

“Hey.” Sam poked his head in around the door. She smiled at him.

“Hey.” She said back.

“Ice cream.” he held a bag above his head, and her eyes lit up.

He laughed as he crossed the floor, and sat opposite her on the lounge chair.

“Nothing ice cream cannot fix.” She ...