This is in response to M’s fabulous prompts which you can see here. These used to be 101 words. Sometimes they still are, like this one. Sometimes not. They are often snippets, occasionally unfinished and sometimes simply the beginnings of something for another time. Mostly though they are just whatever the words inspire. This one goes with another to be published tomorrow as I felt they went well together…
As the doors opened she saw him standing there, waiting, smiling. So very obedient and willing, like a little dog. He was far from perfect but he would do for now.
She instinctively touched her stomach and breathed deep. “God it better be a boy” she thought to herself. That would shut her sister up for sure, her and her watery bollocked husband. They’d only given him girls and they both knew how much the old man wanted a grand son.
“Ready pumpkin?” he asked, the music playing. “He’s waiting.”
She squeezed his hand and smiled.
“Thank you daddy, for everything”