Baby Girl – #fridayfiction
When I turned onto Broadmoor Boulevard I passed two women who appeared to be mother and daughter, the daughter pushing a baby in a stroller.
I peeked in at the tiny person with a pink sunbonnet tied beneath her chin. “She’s adorable. How old is she?”
“Six months tomorrow,” the mom answered. I smiled and patted my almost non-existent stomach. “I just learned today that we’re expecting a baby.”
There is a universal joy in this type of news. It is something to be shared. The two strangers and I stood and talked for a good fifteen minutes, chatting about babies and the way they tie a family together. It wasn’t until after they’d moved on that I realized I’d told two total strangers what I hadn’t yet told Ryan.