Lottie cried harder. “Then I’ll be even fatter than I am now.”
Carter stood and took Lottie’s hand. “Up you go, sweetheart. Time for a nap.” He walked her out of the room, rubbing her back as she lumbered alongside him.
Once her husband had her settled in bed, he sat next to her. “Has there been any news from Pamela?”
Lottie shook her head. “No. Not since her visit here last week.” She sniffed and wiped her nose. “I am concerned about her.”
The week before, Pamela had shown up one evening in a very agitated state. She told Lottie that she had some difficulty that only one person could help her with, and she would be unable to visit with her or Addie for a while until it was resolved.
With no more information than that, Pamela had kissed her on the cheek and told her she hoped to be back when the baby was born.
Neither she nor Addie had heard anything from her since.
“Do you suppose there is more than one baby in here?” Lottie asked.
Carter turned quite pale. “You mean twins?”
“Yes.” Lottie rested her hand on her stomach and said, “A few times I swear I felt the baby kick in two different places.”
“Well the child has two feet.”
“However, unless your son has four feet, I keep thinking there is more than one.”
Carter stood walked to the window and drew the drapes. “Don’t worry about that now. Just take a nice nap and you’ll feel better about everything when you wake up.”
He kissed her on the head and moved to the door. Just as his hand touched the latch, she said, “Four feet. I’m sure of it.”
The End