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David was flying around the kitchen, checking and rechecking that everything was perfect.
“David,” Patrick said, getting up from his recliner, “let me come help you.”
“Absolutely not. Mariah is due in 2 weeks and you are going to take it easy. I have everything under control.”
The doorbell rang and as David left the room to answer it Patrick shouted, “For the millionth time, we are not naming her Mariah!”
“Marcy, Clint! So good to see you.”
“Happy Thanksgiving! We’re just so excited for our granddaughter! I don’t know how we’re going to make it through the next few weeks!”
Marcy handed David a pumpkin pie while Clint made his way over to Patrick.
“How have you been feeling, son?”
“Had a little trouble sleeping last night. My back is really feeling it these days.”
“I’ve had him resting all morning,” David said, “it doesn’t seem to be helping, though.”
Once they had thoroughly stuffed themselves with turkey and all the trimmings, Marcy stood up from the table and asked, “Who would like some pie?”
“I think I’m going to pass, mom.” Patrick breathed out. “I’m going to go lie down on the sofa.”
Patrick stood up and he froze in place, eyes wide.
“Honey, are you ok?”
“My water just broke.”
Fourteen hours and four pushes later Charlotte Mariah Rose-Brewer (affectionately nicknamed pumpkin) was born.