Why is October so scary?

This has always been an intense time of the year when the worst crap seems to come knocking on my door. But today…

It’s even scarier than normal. So there I was, playing and singing softly to Bas while he napped on the floor with Simi. He’s started sleeping like her, with his feet straight up the wall and his head usually hanging over the edge. Today he had his legs up on hers with his head hanging off her stomach while she snored softly.

Sota left right after her last class to see the doctor. She hasn’t felt well for the last couple of weeks. She’s been pale and tired which always worries me. So I knew when I heard the front door open that it was her coming in.

I’d just set my guitar aside when she appeared behind me. Before I could get up, she put something in my face. It took a second before I realized what it was and about three more before I had total cognition.

Smiling, she whispered in my ear, “Congrats, Achimou, you have another smurflet on the way.”

That’s probably the closest I’ve ever come to wetting my pants in my life. Forget battle. We have another baby on the way. I’m still shell shocked. Tory is handling it well. But I want to know how someone can be so scared and thrilled at the same time. Thrilled with the thought of a baby. Terrified at the prospect of her going through childbirth again. While I know she’s mostly immortal, I’m also well aware of the things that no immortal can survive.

All in all, though, I can’t wait to meet the newest addition to our home.