New Spring

Rose knelt next to the dining room table, scrapbooking of all things. When one is pregnant, it's difficult to find activities to occupy your time. Especially when your normal activities are punching things a lot. So she'd tried photography, painting, calligraphy, ship-in-a-bottle building, etc. Nothing seemed to intrigue her. Until, that is, she discovered scrapbooking. So there she sat, pressing a small flower flat and closing a book around it. Suddenly she doubled over, grabbing her enlarged stomach as she felt a wave of pain. She figured there was only one thing this could be. "K-Kyllic! I-I think....T-The baby's coming."