Just Another Writer Writing

Friday morning is usually the most boring part of my week, but today...today is different. My husband Ben is at work, while I sit in front of the computer. I'm supposed to be working too, but the blank monitor staring back at me apparently has different ideas. December 18th, six months and two weeks until my deadline, and the re-writing was killing me. I sigh and stand up, maybe a quick walk will help me gather my thoughts? Probably not; I've logged almost ten miles on my treadmill already this month and no inspiration has sprung from my cluttered thoughts. Another sigh escapes my lips as I search for a snack in our small kitchen; trying to write while waiting for the test is clearly not a good idea. On one hand, I'm ecstatic, making plans and day dreaming about the future. But on the other. . .I'm terrified. What if I'm not ready? What if we're not ready? To be parents. To have a child. To be responsible for our own little miniature human that will be completel...

"Have you still got your blindfold on?" His voice came from where he was tied up behind me. "Y-Yes" I said through chattering teeth. It was so cold in here. "Promise me you won't take it off." He said. What could he mean? Before I could ask, I heard the door open. "Jacob I'm scared." I whispered. "It'll be alright, you'll be fine-I promise. But just promise me that you won't won't take off that blindfold, alright?" I wanted to smack him and hug him at the same time. "I can't feel my fingers! I doubt that will be a problem." I hear snickering and what sounds like his chair being dragged away from mine. "That's right girly, you sit tight and maybe we'll have you home before bedtime." A voice I vaguely recognized came from across the small room. "Shut up Butch, you don't want her-you want me." What was he talking about? The voice laughed, joined by at least...