2 Prologue A (1/2)

”Closed eyes, heart not beating, but a living love.”

― Avis Corea

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May 3rd 1996; 7:23pm

Amy Hunter groaned as another round of pain shot through her bones. She gripped on to the arm of the sofa and let out a blood-curdling scream that seemed to echo throughout the house.

Why hadn't anyone warned her how excruciating this could be? All the television series and movies she had watched always made it seem so stress-free and painless.

This? The constant throbbing she felt in her back and her waist? The relentless head-bumping of the child inside her womb as if desperate to come out! Truth be told, she felt just as desperate as the infant.

This wasn't easy or problem-free!

What had she gotten herself into?

She took in deep breaths as she had seen many times on TV and arched her back, as she waited for her husband to get a move on. If he thought he was getting another kid after this one, he had another think coming.

”Jeremy!” she roared, glancing up the stairs that her husband had disappeared ”Hurry up!”

Jeremy Hunter ran aimlessly around their master bedroom, chucking items of clothing he assumed his wife would need in the hospital into a duffel bag; and things he presumed the baby would need which his wife had bought earlier in the week.

Just as he picked up a glass bottle, his wife let out a shriek from the lobby downstairs startling him and in response, he dropped the bottle with a start, causing it to crash onto the floor and shatter into tiny pieces.

”Shit,” he muttered, deciding to leave the cleanup to the maid, Rita.

Stepping around the pieces, he picked up the bag he'd packed and raced down the stairs to meet his wife.

”Rita,” he called as he threw the duffel bag into the back seat of their BMW ”Glass broke upstairs! Take care of it.”

He ran back into the house and putting an arm around his wife's lower back, helped her off the couch.