“ Brook, I'm home,” Anthony announced as he opened the door and removed his coat and hat. He let out a heavy sigh as he plopped down next to me on the couch. I placed the baby catalog I had been reading, on the coffee table. I looked at him and he gave me a peck on the lips.
“How was your day?” I asked him intently.
“Long and exciting." He yawned.
“Get any out of the ordinary calls?”
“Well...There was a lady who had gotten lost in the mall and called 911 and asked for directions to the pizza place which happened to be right around the corner of where she was.” I giggled at this. “There was also a more serious call I got. It was a small child about six or seven years of age. He was whispering. It took a few questions to figure out what was going on, but I found out that he was on the highway. His mom had been driving the vehicle when it went over black ice and was knocked out. The boy had gotten out of the vehicle and used his mom's cell phone to call. He was just walking around the side of the road! He and his mom are both okay now, though.”
“Wow.” I blinked at him. “Crazy day!”
“What have you been doing all day?” He peered at me. I told him what I had done - which wasn't much, and we talked a while about the day's happenings. His day was far more exciting than mine and was much more fun to talk about.
That night, I tossed and turned for a few hours. The wind was loud as it screamed across the yard and pounded its icy fists on the window pane. I lay there and stared at the ceiling. It needed a paint job and the ceiling fan needed to be cleaned. We needed a light bulb on one side of the chandelier. I let out a sigh louder than I had intended. Anthony rolled over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“You can't sleep either?” His eyes twinkled in the dark as he propped himself up on his elbow.
“Nope. What time is it?” He reached for his phone on the headboard and turned it on.
“.” He took in a deep yawn and sat up. He pulled the chain on the ceiling fan, and it began to whirl around. He then laid back down and once again yawned. His yawn made me yawn. It took almost an hour for me to fall asleep.
My light slumber did not last long as a stab of pain awoke me. I awoke Anthony, and he almost fell on the floor.
A while before lunch, I lay in a bed at the hospital-Anthony at my side.
“Here you are," a nurse said as she placed a small bundle in my arms. I used one finger to pull the blanket from the face of my child. Anthony grinned as we peered at our daughter for the first time. We decided to name her Antonie after Anthony.
“She's perfect," whispered Anthony as he pressed a sweet kiss on my head. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“I know,” I whispered back.
(Lesson 16 - Endings)
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