Logan drove Calix, Leslie and Calliope to the hospital first thing in the morning.
The early morning sunlight spilled over the rolling green hills, painting the horizon with hues of amber, violet and gold. Mist still lingered in the valleys, casting a dreamy haze over the scenery.
The sleepyhead Calliope dozed off in her child's car seat. She loosely hugged Mimo, the crochet fox toy's head tilting to one side.
Calix and Leslie sat quietly, their hands linking together. Both of their hearts and minds raced yet, still oddly calmed by the serene surroundings.
The lingering tension in their hearts faded once the doctor declared that Leslie's pregnancy was in a good state. The middle-aged, Italian female doctor encouraged them to do another checkup once they returned home.
"The predicted due date is in April next year."
