Picket Fences! Part 70


At Kevin and Heather Anderson's house . . .

It's almost time for Heather to give birth to their first baby. As most all expectant fathers do, Kevin was rubbing his wife's swollen belly and talking to the baby.

"How much longer do we have to wait before it's born?", he asked.

"We don't have to wait much longer!", she answered.


With the last few labor pains, Heather delivered a beautiful baby boy.

The baby has tan skin, brown hair and gray eyes like Kevin. They named their son Jason.


"I'll give him a bottle and put him in his crib while you call your parents", said Heather.

"Hello Rhys, you have another grandson."

"That's great! I'll be right over. Is it alright if I bring a friend?", he asked.
"Sure", said Kevin.
"Alright, we'll be there in a few minutes", said Rhys.

Kevin called his parents and Larry answered the phone . . .
"Daddy, you have a grandson!", said Kevin.

"That's wonderful", he said, "I'll tell your mama the good news."
Then Heather called her best friend Mary . . .
"I have a son. I can't wait for you to see him", she asked.

"I'd love to see the baby. I'll be right over. Can I bring a friend?"
"Yes, of course", said Heather.
"We'll be there in a few minutes", she said.


A few minutes later, Rhys arrived with Claudia and Hannah.

Kevin handed the baby to Rhys.

Hannah "talked to the baby".

Mary came into the house followed by her boyfriend Tony Carras.

Kevin greeted Tony.

Heather handed Jason to Mary.


Mary cuddled the baby.


She held him so Tony could "talk to the baby".




It started getting late . . .


So Heather gave Jason a bottle and put him in his crib.


"Daddy, can we go home?", asked Hannah.
"Sure sweetheart, as soon as we tell everybody goodbye", said Rhys.

When Rhys, Claudia and Hannah arrived home . . .

Hannah cuddled on the sofa with her daddy for a few minutes . . .

Then she said goodnight and went to bed.

"You know something?", asked Claudia.
"What?", he asked.

Then Claudia sang a love song to the man she's loved for most of her adult life.

To be continued . . .