301 -- Wake Up
Buzzzzzz….
Woody wrinkled his face up in protest at the alarm clock, without bothering to open his eyes. Without cracking an eyelid open, he lifted one arm and slapped the top of the offensive gadget.
And all was quiet in Woody-land for approximately ten minutes.
Buzzzz…..
This time his hand lifted, swatted, and still without cracking an eyelid open, made perfect contact with the alarm clock and hit it deftly across the room, hitting the wall with a dull thwack.
Woody hefted himself up on one arm, opened one eye, and felt a self-satisfied grin cross his face. That’d teach that damn clock. He scrubbed one hand down his face, feeling the grit and stubble that had been left over from yesterday before he glanced over at Jordan’s side of the bed.
Empty.
Empty? She hadn’t bolted for work ahead of him in weeks. A niggling worry began to wrap itself around Woody’s mind and began to tug at his heart. No…she couldn’t have.
Could she?
One quick grab to the nightstand gave him his cell phone. Bleary-eyed, he flipped it open - 9:32 a.m. The LT was going to have his ass on a platter for breakfast. Woody was late again. Sheets and bedspread thrown aside, he stumbled into the bathroom. No wonder Jordan had left before him. He had overslept.
No wonder she got up before him…no wonder he didn’t hear her…no wonder there was a pregnancy test precariously balanced on the edge of the sink.
Pregnancy test?
Woody blinked twice. It didn’t go away. With his fingers just this side of shaky, he picked the plastic stick up.
Positive.
He swallowed hard and reached for his cell phone one more time, punching one on speed dial.
Nine thirty-two a.m. A positive pregnancy test.
What a way to wake up.
Woody Hoyt
Crossing Jordan
302 Words
Woody wrinkled his face up in protest at the alarm clock, without bothering to open his eyes. Without cracking an eyelid open, he lifted one arm and slapped the top of the offensive gadget.
And all was quiet in Woody-land for approximately ten minutes.
Buzzzz…..
This time his hand lifted, swatted, and still without cracking an eyelid open, made perfect contact with the alarm clock and hit it deftly across the room, hitting the wall with a dull thwack.
Woody hefted himself up on one arm, opened one eye, and felt a self-satisfied grin cross his face. That’d teach that damn clock. He scrubbed one hand down his face, feeling the grit and stubble that had been left over from yesterday before he glanced over at Jordan’s side of the bed.
Empty.
Empty? She hadn’t bolted for work ahead of him in weeks. A niggling worry began to wrap itself around Woody’s mind and began to tug at his heart. No…she couldn’t have.
Could she?
One quick grab to the nightstand gave him his cell phone. Bleary-eyed, he flipped it open - 9:32 a.m. The LT was going to have his ass on a platter for breakfast. Woody was late again. Sheets and bedspread thrown aside, he stumbled into the bathroom. No wonder Jordan had left before him. He had overslept.
No wonder she got up before him…no wonder he didn’t hear her…no wonder there was a pregnancy test precariously balanced on the edge of the sink.
Pregnancy test?
Woody blinked twice. It didn’t go away. With his fingers just this side of shaky, he picked the plastic stick up.
Positive.
He swallowed hard and reached for his cell phone one more time, punching one on speed dial.
Nine thirty-two a.m. A positive pregnancy test.
What a way to wake up.
Woody Hoyt
Crossing Jordan
302 Words