--- 2 Months Ago ---

--- 29th of August, 1962 ---

2 days after the Howards spent the torrid day at home by talking to their unborn children to their two of kinds, according to them, nevertheless Odette has determined to visit her friend Serena by going in a local café and eat sundae, besides share a coffee moment with one another as friends.

Moreover, the young woman's ticket was booked for today for 1 o'clock in the afternoon for Boston as she should be right on time at the airport without an ado.

Whilst Timothy was flopping the pancakes with the spatula by grasping it firmly by weairng a mere, clean white apron, in order to not muff his plain white cotton T-shirt, which ideally framed beneath his toned chest, abs and muscly biceps as well, Jude and Odette were tidying altogether the couple's bedroom by sorting the books on the tall, grandiose, lacquered in cherry wood bookshelf with sea of books, judging their authors' alphabet order.

"So you're going back in Boston to see a friend of yours?" The former sister of the church asked with apparent enthusiasm in her voice by heaving an exhale from the top of her lungs, battering her lips. Followed by a reply of humbly nodded head as Odette was sorting the row of books by chewing her bottom lip. " That's good! I'm glad you will see Serena since it has been a week of seeing each other."

"Yeah and probably eating a sundae, besides share one another's stories about our lives and experiences which happened by this week." The singer's tongue lightly clicked on the roof of her oral caverns. "I did nothing special this week than attending the local bars and entertain the people with songs of these years twice a week since I'm feeling down with the pregnancy, ya know." Odette resumed her utterance.

"It's something, at least. To spill the tea and probably ya can," All of a sudden, violent baby kicks hit the both women as they abided dazzled for a split second as their orbs widened in franticness by making instinctively their petite, creamy hands glither down to their bumps by lightly rub them, communicating with the unborn rays of sunshines. "Ouch! The little angel kicked again. It looks like it's happy when we are discussing him." A reluctant gasp harmonized the elder woman's tongue by temporarily gritting her teeth as her jawline contracted due to the spontaneous, howsoever violent baby kick. Ivory, cheerful smile cradled the brunette's lips in a  crescent  form."Don't ya agree, sweetheart ?"

"I do! This baby kicks and kicks especially when their Mommies are talking about spilling the tea about their treasures."

"Well, they wouldn't be more proud when somebody is direct about them. Just imagine putting yarself in their shoes and living in yar Mommy's womb. And hearing the shit wandering here and there, and when somebody mentions you, regardless if it's a girl or boy, according to your predictions, therefore wouldn't you just react like that? Kick by responding? Huh? "

"Mhm. Who doesn't like to being discussed? And why do ya think it's going to be a boy yars?" The singer arched an eyebrow as she nibbled on her plumpish, rosy-coloured lip as her heart beats accelerated.

"Because I think so. I mean, I've already my gorgeous daughter with her mother's eyes and her father's hair but what about a baby boy," The middle-aged lady momentarily paused by turning to her daughter after putting a few books to the row as one of her hands' index finger stretched up to her forehead by slowly glithering alongside by caressing her button nose by stopping on the tip of the nose, indicating its ideal proportions as her piercing with searing slyness hazelish-brown eyes were as piercing as daggers, gouging its victim's eyelids in murderous manner. "Possessing my hair and certainly eyes and most of all, his fathah's gorgeous facial features and smile. Mini blonde Timothy!" As Jude emphasized the last words, the juvenile lady couldn't suppress coy, half-hearted giggle, tickling the corners of her mouth as her mother joined her freely.

"That would be great if I had a brother. Even if it's a girl or a boy, I'd always love this little pitch ray of sunshine." Ivory, firm teeth scrapped vaguely her upper lip. "I'm sure my ray of sunshine is a baby girl and hopefully bears a semblance to me, at least." In the meanwhile, the blonde patted faintly her pregnant belly by pawing her elvish hand, encouraging her to not lose spirits. "A baby girl with my smile or my eyes at least."

"A sheer miracle!" The girl clapped incessantly her hands for a several seconds as the childish side of hers resuscitated instantly. Gleeful grin crawled on her porcelain as waxen vase, slightly tanned as olive complexion. The suddenness of a tad creaking door maneuvered the both women look into the bedroom's door as Timothy drew their attentions in no time as they startled at first. "Oh, father! Ya scared the shit out of me!" An igniting scowl vibrated its radioactive waves Jude's oral caverns by gawking with mild irritation her daughter for the strong language's usage.

"It's alright, ladies. I'm here to tell you the breakfast is already done and you may come downstairs." The former holy man admonished beyond calmly as a benevolent, pristine as gold and heaven smile distorted across his lips by propping on the doorframe.

"Oh! Miraculously, let's go for the breakfast and probably discuss this topic which we just started."

--- *** ---

"How you're able to predict your unborn child's gender even crossing your mind it's a baby girl?" Timothy enquired calmly by passing the jug of natural apple juice to Odette to pour some apple juice in her glass. "If it's not a girl as Frank gave you a little piece of present for the speculated baby girl?"

"It's not simple as it seems, fathah!" She held the jug of natural juice by pouring gingerly in her empty glass by surveying the process until she halted by leaving it aloof on the kitchen table, seconds before sipping her beverage. "My instincts just tell me it will be a girl. The prettiest girl I'll have ever seen along with my mother."

"Those instincts sometimes exaggerate us, honey! Believe me!" The blonde chuckled in hoarse voice by masticating her pancake with cheese and strawberry syrup which molted as chocolate in her oral caverns, licking gamely, greedily her damp lips as they were sticky. "They are as fishy as some people throughout the advancing time. They give us the impression they're nice and how we imagine them until we come to the conclusion the first impressions aren't the answers we're looking for. They are just like pretty lies which adorn the Christmas tree. Just in case of not leaving the tree, itself, stark and with lack of decoration!"

"Definitely! The false hopes are the worst thing that may happen to anyone of us."  Odette couldn't agree more with her mother by pursing her lips, carrying on with munching the pancake by sipping her natural apple juice beverage. "They're the scars on our minds. Corrupting the cells with delusion, filling the hollow gaps."

"But be honest, ya are going to love yar child, no matter if it's a boy or a girl." The elder blonde rejoinder by wiping her clammy palms in her bare, round knees until another baby kick as her face indicated tore off facial expression.

--- *** ---
--- A Few Hours Later ---

After the scrumptious breakfast with her parents and spending some of her leisure time with Jude and Timothy before gathering some remarkable items for her flight to Boston in 1 o'clock, she was being driven to the airport by promising to be back whether tonight or tomorrow the wee hours of the morning by as she wore mildly different and somewhat elegant garments such as short sleeved black shirt with ruffled sleeves, a couple of buttons undone by exposing partly her creamy, milky bosom, followed by black pencil skirt, outlining her drop dead gorgeous, swan shaped curves of her hips and abdomen though she was getting bigger with each progressing week even month and classy black ballerinas, shoeing her petite feet. Stud pearl earrings were pierced in her earlobes and silver bracelet braced her wrist along with her simple sapphire necklace which she received for her birthday.

In addition to her neat looks, she tied her halo ringlet of chestnut tresses in a casual messy bun.

Serena was waiting for her beyond patiently inside the airport by checking her wrist watch, in case, if her childhood friend was postponing with her arrival.  Swarm of people overcrowded the airport as if Serena felt outnumbered among them.

Suddenly the light, humble trembling of the approaching footsteps up to the seating figure caught the strawberry-haired lady's attention promptly as she averted her chocolate brown orbs of her silver wrist watch by darting them to the approaching figure as her stray strands, which framed her parchment face were bouncing with each motion of moved muscle. Her glowing smile highlighted her fulminating eyes past sheer felicity and charm, liting her being up.

"Odette! Oh my," The strawberry-haired girl was in awe by getting from the bench by speeding up to the approaching figure, throwing her brittle arms around her neck by scooping her in a tight, friendly hug. Muffled, satin whisper brushed her ears along with her mint breath which faintly tickled her earlobe.

"Serena! I've missed ya so much, my fella! I thought it has been a century since we saw each other."

"I thought it has been a century either. It kinda worries me how the time is passing slow without ya especially when ya are in Vermont with yar parents." The love child murmured by resting her chin on Odette's shoulder ny burying her face in the crook of her neck as the scent of rose petals perfume, emanating from her bosom, collarbone and messy bun.

"It's alright, hun! I'm already here, Serena!" Shortly after they broke off the hug, they headed towards the double front door by pushing it effortlessly. "Let's go somewhere such as a local café and eat some sundae. Probably drink something fresh too."

"Brilliant idea!" Serena replied plainly, nibbling on her bottom, plump lip.

--- *** ---

"So tell me more about your job as a librarian." The brunette insisted by sipping her mineral water, paying utterly attention to her childhood friend.

"Hmm, it's nothing special than sorting books at times and helping to these, who're interested in buying the books they like! There are times when I have a handful of days break by staying at home and practicing piano as my hobby." The slightly older girl fessed as her lip curled as a swan wave.

"Oh!" The brunette cried out by gasping surprised at the mention of her hobby, playing the piano during her leisure time. "Ya are playing the piano? Since when, Serena?"

"Since I got a normal life. Hopefully recovering from my painful thoughts and experience, ya know." Meantime, the future young mother was sipping from her glass of cool mineral water by baptizing her lips in dew. "The hobbies are a medicine for each of us. They're helping us to overcome anything which we used to combat for days even weeks, months and ages."

"Indeed! Urm, I don't have any special hobbies than helping my parents and watering the plants in the flower pots. Let's not forget how much I enjoy cooking, dancing and singing, despite the fact I'm almost in the final trimester and it's killing me as if I'm carrying a solid stone with a several ounce weight in my belly."

"At least, ya confessed you have some kind of hobbies which is excellent. You fill your leisure time with something special rather than doing nothing else." In the meantime, Odette's silver spoon which scooped small parts of her sundae were directly aimed to her lips by mildly brushing it until the cool, summer food resurrected her oral caverns by refreshing it with its chilling temperature.

"I do! Who doesn't, Serena? But on other hand, it's a miracle to have a baby and expecting it within weeks and months." Gasping beyond elated by motioning her lips. "Have you ever thought of having kids and family in the future or now for example? Huh?"

"Well, I haven't met my soulmate yet so I can't tell it's impossible, nor thought-provoking thought crossing across my mind." A pragmatical reply slithered her lips by savoring her sundae. "If I have ever encountered him, I'd be rather pregnant with our ray of sunshine or on the contrary waiting for me until we're ready since some time requires to unite ultimately as soulmates. I don't want bland, blunt mistakes to gnaw my conscience due to such impulsive and teenage-like decisions since I'm 18. No longer a child or whatever ya call it."

"I'm wishing ya good luck with meeting the perfect man, dear! Because he would turn your world on 360 degrees until you totally lose yar," As the juvenile singer was in her mid-sentence by reciting it fluently as if a national anthem zinged her lips, suddenly something cut her off by reasoning her sentence abiding  doubtlessly unfinished.

"O-Odette?" Familiar masculine, serene voice of a young man evoked by recognizing from distance the both young ladies, who were former Briarcliff patients by approaching them as his footsteps accelerated within seconds.

To be continued...