for Ray and Horatio
Juno had butterflies in her stomach, and she was pretty sure that it was more than The Sprog doing its morning exercises. She knew the time must be getting closer, because it had gone from yoga to acrobatics in the past few weeks. She didn't know anything about the kid sitting in her belly except that it was probably going to grow up to be a boxer. Or maybe a soccer player.
She made her way to Ray and Horatio's hut. Walking was also something that was getting to be not as fun.
She'd spoken with Dale yesterday, and he'd assured her that Ray and Horatio were not serial killers or anything like that, and in fact had only glowing things to say. That did make her feel better about this whole thing, except now she was just nervous that they'd changed their minds.
She reached their door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
She made her way to Ray and Horatio's hut. Walking was also something that was getting to be not as fun.
She'd spoken with Dale yesterday, and he'd assured her that Ray and Horatio were not serial killers or anything like that, and in fact had only glowing things to say. That did make her feel better about this whole thing, except now she was just nervous that they'd changed their minds.
She reached their door, took a deep breath, and knocked.