The clouds that hung overhead loomed with a darkness that marked an impending storm. And before they knew it, rain had begun to fall torrentially down on the concrete. Luckily they were inside a building when it began to pour, but now they were stuck with nowhere else to turn. All the yellow cabs that flashed in the vaporous air passed without meaning to stop. And they didn't have time to wait around.. They were in the wrong building.
Looking at each other with swirled feelings of worry and panic, they hoped the other had some kind of plan. But no brilliant ideas sparked in this thunder-clapping storm. The buildings were tall enough that the lightning wouldn't portray an imminent danger. The concrete path may be slightly spotted with bits of glass or rocks, but they had to risk it. Only minutes ago they had come out of the jungle they'd lost themselves in. Their shoes were lost to the sticky mud lakes they had to cross, and their clothes already stuck to their skin from the sweat of the journey. What had started as a romantic evening in the woods had turned into one unexpected, rough adventure.
Scrunching her toes up and keeling over, she held her engorged tummy. Her face wrinkled in pain as her husband held her tightly in his arms. When she recovered, he caved her into the side of his torso and together they braved the storm until they finally reached the building they'd been searching for.
Hours later, a healthy baby girl was delivered into the arms of her mother. The father, still artfully dabbed with smidgens of dirt, looked over his two lovely ladies with great joy and relief. And as the morning sun came rising over the city, the baby girl wriggled in her wrap and looked upon her parents for the first time.
(photo via RevolveClothing.com)
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