Two weeks later, Shawn walked into the house carrying two cans of lite purple paint.
He saw Issie laying on the couch with the breakfast tray over her stomach as she was looking on the laptop.
"Hey." Said Shawn
"Hey." Said Issie looking up
"How are you feeling?" asked Shawn
"Okay. I felt some cramps, but none too serious." Said Issie
"Oh." Said Shawn
"Did you get the paint for the nursery?" asked Issie
"Yes." Said Shawn
"Is it the color we ordered?" asked Issie
"Yes. I made sure it was down at Ray's Paint." Said Shawn
"Okay." Said Issie
"What are you looking up?" asked Shawn
"Stuff on underdelvoped babies and slow babies." Said Issie
"Iss, everything is going to be all right." Said Shawn
"Shawn, I'm eight months pregnant and I haven't felt the baby kick or move as much as I have been." Said Issie
"Do you want me to take you to the doctor or hospital?" asked Shawn
"No." said Issie
"Why not?" asked Shawn
"Because she is going to say the same thing that she did last week and the week before that. There is nothing she can do until its born." Said Issie
"I know." Said Shawn
"Lets face it, Shawn, the baby might not be born. If it's born it wont be alive for much longer." Said Issie
"You don't know that Baby." Said Shawn
"Yes I do." Said Issie
"Yeah. How?" asked Shawn
"I just have a gut feeling about it. Its just like that mother's instinct, your mom was talking about. I know our baby will not live. I just know and I cant stop it." Said Issie starting to cry
"Oh Issie. Don't cry, my love." Said Shawn holding her
"I love this baby. I really do." Said Issie
"I know you do. So do I." said Shawn
"I don't want it to die." Said Issie crying
"I know." Said Shawn crying along with her
R&R

