“M-m-mom?” I said quietly into the phone. I swallowed back my tears.
“Kersey? Is that you?” she asked as quietly as I did.
“Mom, my water broke.” I said starting to cry silently to hide my fear.
“Oh Kersey! I’m on my way!” she cried, panicking. I wanted to say no, but I
didn’t.
Graham burst into the house a few minutes later, sweating from running. He
ran over and hugged me. He looked me over, like I might be wounded, and rushed
me to the car.
“Wait, my mom.” I said, barely able to get full sentences out anymore through
the contractions.
“You called your mom?” Graham asked, stopping dead in his tracks. I
nodded and pulled a half smile.
“I’m so proud of you baby!” he cried, hugging me again. My mom pulled up
on the street and her and dad ran out of the car and hugged me for the third time.
“Let’s go!” I said, annoyed, and got into the car.




Does anyone remember the names we chose?