It was raining heavily. Rain drops were hitting the roof of the old pavilion and she felt like finally the 150 year old house was going to fall down. She stared at her at huge stomach, smiled and said 'its okay baby you sleep, daddy has gone out to buy your mom some good food, dont worry he will be coming soon'.
 But deep down she couldn't ignore the tension she was undergoing, her increasing heart beats. It was not due to the rain or thunder, but this was the flashback. The memory that still made her go mad, made her reach depression.  She knew she wanted her husband to sit near her now. She wanted to hug him. She moved to the side of her bed to grab the phone. Just then there was a knock on the door.
She stopped. Her eyes stopped moving. The knock continued, now more loudly. Her breathing rate increased to an uncontrollable amount. She clutched her belly.  And then he shouted 'OPEN THE DOOR'.  She jumped from the bed and shrieked, for her leg had hit the ancestral instrument. The door knocked again. She started running. She ran and ran. And then she heard it. Heard him breaking the door. She jumped.  But her feet didnt touch the ground and thats when she realised that she tripped.
'NOOOOO...

'thank you doctor. Yes I will take care of her'
'its a good thing you caught her before she fell off the steps or else the baby would have been..
'i know doctor. Come I will leave you out'

Then she opened her eyes. Her husband was sitting near her bed. She clutched his hand. He smiled.  She opened her mouth. She stopped her.
He said 'dont worry.  It was a nightmare'
And they both caressed her stomach.