The Time for What? ~ Flash fiction

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My accidental fiction has been rekindled… Before we go into the story, a quick run-down: – Frank and Louise are pregnant… with twins!  Louise is extremely excited but Frank is very uneasy about the whole ‘twin’ thing.  He was over the moon about the ‘baby’ but appears to be feeling resentment towards Louise’s twin baby bump… let’s catch up –  the ‘Footnote’ that inspired this instalment:

The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.

And the next instalment:

Frank found himself clock-watching with anticipation in a plush waiting area.  Louise wouldn’t tell him what they were waiting for and Frank wouldn’t stop asking questions.  Nor would Louise give any definitive answers.

On arrival, Frank had given the inside of the foyer a quick once-over.  To him, it looked like a slightly above average office block with a slightly above average looking reception area.  At least, he assumed it was a reception area.  It was difficult to tell without a receptionist manning ‘it’.  Being Sunday, there was no-one else around.  Just Frank, Louise and the ever-growing bump.

Louise’s phone had been beeping, announcing an incoming text randomly. By the look of excitement building on her face, it was clear to Frank that the time was getting close.

The time for what?

He was just relieved that they were spending some time together, and not surrounded by baby shop magazines or stockpiled nappies that were on offer.  Time with his wife was precious indeed.  It was certainly getting increasingly difficult to be intimate due to practicalities of bumps and also Louise’s lagging energy levels.  Not to mention Frank’s growing resentment interfering with his libido.  In fact, intimacies were very low on the agenda these days.

“Here she is!” came Louise’s voice, breaking into Frank’s thoughts.

‘She’ entered the foyer with a broad smile that was slightly too corporate.

Offering a hand out to Louise she said, “Good morning, are you both ready for your 4D scan?”

Frank could have given several reasons for not being ‘ready’.  The cost of the scan for one.  With twins on the way, there were a whole host of other, more practical things to spend money on.

And they would be meeting the babies soon enough; why did Louise have to allow ‘their’ precious time together to be invaded by baby talk?  Again.

Purely for an easy life and to keep the peace, he gave a false smile that rivalled this woman’s.  The truth was, he was dreading the twins’ arrival.  He’d have been quite happy with one baby.  Louise was so wrapped up in the pregnancy that she didn’t seem to notice Frank’s mood swings.  And he couldn’t blame the hormones.  Not pregnancy ones in any case.

Any outsider could clearly see that Frank needed to open up to Louise about his feelings but would he?  Or would he continue to grimace for the remainder of the pregnancy journey… and most probably beyond?

…Find out as the story continues…

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 My ‘Accidental Flash Fiction’.  It’s not just a flash in the pen…

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“The E.D.D.” ~ My Fantastic Friday Fiction Offering…

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Frank and Louise couldn’t decide whether to find out the sexes of their babies.  Both were of the opinion that they had waited this long and come this far that it didn’t matter whether they were pink or blue.  But still, Louise did window shopping in abundance.  From the car seats to the cots, everything was discussed incessantly.  But it was this incessant chatter, this incessant planning that riled Frank somewhat.

How could he ever admit this though?  More importantly, how could he get his head around that odd feeling of resentment that he had towards Louise’s growing bump?  He wanted his wife back.  He wanted her to lavish attention on him, not on baby grows and sterilising equipment.

Frank wondered privately what was the point of planning when you had an EDD?  As if to answer his silent question, Louise openly declared that planning was everything.  After all, the Estimated Delivery Date was just an idea, just a scientific tool to measure clinical detail and growth.  Really, the babies would come when they wanted to and it was best to be prepared, Louise declared.

And so Louise’s countdown continued to the weeks until the next scan, as they got closer and closer to meeting their bundles.  Yet Louise’s growing bump was getting perilously close to pushing Frank further and further away…

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This story follows on from my previous Friday Fiction offering “Miraculous” and you can read the next installment “The Time for What?” here.  A mini saga seems to have naturally been created around parents-to-be Frank and Louise.  That’s what I love about writing, just going with the flow and seeing where it takes you!  This week’s piece is inspired by the ‘Footnotes’ quote:

“New discoveries in science and mathematics often consist of a synthesis between theories or concepts which have hitherto been regarded as unconnected.”
Dr. Anthony Storr, 1920-2001. British psychiatrist