Next One Is a Babe

Mrs. Hunt came over after washing the fruits, placing them on the coffee table. She’d heard some of their conversation earlier, so she commented, “We should indeed go back and visit your grandma’s grave. After all, custom dictates that an elder should be informed in the event of any marriage or pregnancy in the family.” Since she’d said as much, they all made arrangements to go back on the next day with Logan driving. They would be visiting Lola’s grandmother’s grave.

After eating some fruits, Lola went to bed. Perhaps it was because they’d talked quite a bit about pregnancy dreams that she had a dream that night as well. She dreamed of a child standing before her though she couldn’t discern whether it was a boy or girl. A tad dazed, she stared at the little figure intently. The child was rather short, appearing very much adorable despite the blurred countenance as he or she was holding an apple in one hand.

She took a few steps toward the child before crouching, but she still couldn’t see his or her face from such a near distance. The child merely stood there without advancing or retreating, so she then reached out and pulled the child into her embrace after a moment’s contemplation. A while later, the child took a bite out of the apple in his or her hand. The bite wasn’t loud albeit crisp, but still, it jolted her awake.

Shuddering, Lola’s first reaction was to look down into her arms, but it was merely a dream. Her arms were empty, and she was still in Logan’s embrace. She took a deep breath, wondering if this was considered a pregnancy dream. Then, she caressed her stomach, feeling a tad regretful that she couldn’t discern whether the child was a boy or a girl in the end. After a while, she again closed her eyes.