She was waiting for him in the Three Broomsticks. She had a table and a glass of water and a packet of crackers, which had been full when she came in and was now and three-fourths empty. She wore her largest pair of jeans, but the still wouldn't quite button, so she left them undone, and had her white shirt pulled down over them. Glancing at the door she bit her lip. Cash was taking his sweet time at getting here. She ate another cracker. The person who owned the establishment wouldn't be too pleased with someone eating other food. But she was pregnant.
Shifting in her chair to get more comfortable, both she and their unborn child were getting a little impatient. One hand rested on the top of her bump, she reached and ate another cracker. "He'll be here soon, baby." She said to the round little swell under her top. She gasped a little as to drops of blood hit her hand. Grabbing up the napkin off the table, she pressed it to her face. She wanted to go to the restroom and wash her face before Cash got there, but she didn't want him to think she wasn't here.



