the boys covered, Ms. Reynolds,” Stacy said. “I’ll bring them to the hospital once we hear the news.”
Ella nodded, relieved to have such a competent woman taking care of her crazy brood. Malcolm was by her side, leading her out of the house. “I’ve got the keys. The boys have your suitcase. We’re set!”
She nodded, feeling another contraction hit her. “I’m scared, Malcolm. This feels different.”
“I know, love. We’ll get through this together. Stacy said she’d call the hospital for us,” he comforted her before he closed the door.
Seven hours later, Ella screamed as their baby daughter made her grand entrance. She already had a tuft of blond hair and was screaming louder than Ella. Malcolm turned to frown at Ella as he said, “A girl?!” Then he passed out on floor of the delivery room.
Ella smiled as one of the nurses placed their baby girl in her arms, another nurse bending down to revive Malcolm, who had been such a trooper during all three of her other pregnancies. Ella just laughed, thinking that this delivery was dramatically different from all of her others, why wouldn’t Malcolm react differently as well?
“A girl,” she sighed leaning back as she stared down at her little girl. Malcolm was helped up by two of the nurses, who may have been snickering at him. Yeah, Ella was definitely going to tease him about this.
“Do you have a name?” one of the nurses asked.
Ella laughed, shaking her head. “We picked out several names for boys. But nothing for a girl!”
Malcolm had recovered enough so that he could once again stand up. He came over to her and groaned. “Ella, she’s a girl!”
Ella laughed. “Nothing gets by you, my big hero!”
Malcolm’s large hand came up to curl around their daughter’s head. “She’s just like her mother,” he whispered, awe in his voice.
“Yeah. About time I got some DNA into one of our children,” she teased. All three of their sons were smaller versions of Malcolm.
He lifted his eyes, looking right at her. “I love you, Ella.”
She smiled, hugging her little daughter close. “I love you too!”
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Sloane stepped out of the beat up Chevy hatchback, nervously tugging her skirt down over her hips and taking a deep breath. “This is it,” she whispered, looking up at the non-descript building.
It wasn’t much to look at. Just a two story structure surrounded by a bunch of other two story buildings. “Is this the right place?” she muttered through numb lips. Pulling up the e-mail on her phone, she checked the address, then looked at the building again. Yep. This was the right address.
She walked carefully in the borrowed black heels, hoping that she wouldn’t fall on her face and land in a humiliating heap on the simmering hot asphalt. She’d never worn heels before. Sneakers had been the shoes of choice while working at the fast food restaurant where Sloane had been employed for the past four months.
Glancing down at her skirt, she smoothed out the wrinkles, hoping it didn’t look too shabby. Sloane’s youngest sister, Pepper, had miraculously presented this outfit to her this morning, her eyes shimmering with anxious pride. “I got the skirt and blouse out of the donation box at the shelter a few days ago,” Pepper had explained with a hopeful expression in her eyes. Eyes that were too old and wary for a fourteen year old. “It’s good material, although the style is dated.” She’d smoothed her hand down over the tan material. “I was able to adjust the size so that the skirt would fit you better and so that it didn’t look so…worn out.”
Rayne, the middle sister of their trio, had handed her the black pumps. “Martha gave me these,” she told Sloane. “She needs them back though. But we’ve all got our fingers crossed for your job interview today.”
Sloane swallowed past the lump of emotion in her throat, so damned proud of her sisters she could barely stand it. Sure, the three of them were homeless at the moment,