and other appliances by himself. Arianna came out to the garage.
“Are you going to be able to move all of this yourself?”
“Yes, I can handle it. I have done it before,” Michael replied.
“But I was helping you then and you were much younger,” she smiled.
“I will be fine if you just stay out of the way and rest, okay?”
“Yes dear,” she replied in a snotty little voice.
It was a cool overcast day for April and the temperature was a mild 58 degrees. No rain, which was a blessing and Michael felt pretty good physically. Maybe oversleeping had done him some good after all.
After several hours of loading the truck with David’s help, Michael turned to David and asked, “Okay, what’s next?”
“That’s it Dad. There’s nothing left to load,” David said.
A smile came to Michael’s face as he realized that he accomplished at least half of the process and it was only 6:00 p.m. He sighed and leaned up against the truck and took a breather.
He heard Arianna from a distance. “You guys forgot this box of dishes.”
As Michael turned he saw his very pregnant wife carrying a very large and heavy box out of the garage and toward the truck.
Before he could say anything, Arianna stopped in her tracks and dropped the box to the ground with a crash. She grabbed her stomach and doubled over in pain.
“Michael!”
Michael rushed from the truck to the garage apron where Arianna fell. “Are you okay?”
“I think my water broke,” she replied.
As Michael looked down at her legs he saw that she was covered in blood. “Water? My God! You’re hemorrhaging!”
Michael picked her up in his arms and told David to run in the house and call 911.
“The phones are already shut off Michael. Just drive me yourself,” Arianna said.
Michael was frantic and desperately tried to find his car.
“Where the hell is the car! ”
“You left it at the truck place Dad!” David shouted.
“Oh right. Okay, everyone in the truck,” Michael said.
Michael lifted Arianna into the cab of the truck on the passengers’ side as David jumped in as well. Then Michael ran back to the apartment to lock the doors when he realized, “there’s nothing left to steal! What am I doing! ”
Back in the truck, Michael started it up and floored it. Unfortunately he forgot to close the pull down door on the back of the truck and several boxes went flying out and crashed to the street.
“Dad, boxes are falling out of the truck!” David said.
“Son of a bitch!” said Michael as he slammed on the brakes and brought the truck to a screeching halt. He heard the load shift toward the front of the trailer. “CRACK!”
“Well, there goes the frame to the couch as the washing machine slams into it,” Michael said as he opened the cab door and jumped out to reload the boxes that now laid 20 feet behind the truck.
“Hurry Michael!” shouted Arianna. Michael having heard her pleas, literally threw the boxes into the trailer and slammed the overhead door shut.
Back in the truck, Michael shifted the truck into drive and stepped on the gas. He turned to Arianna and asked, “How you doing honey?”
“Not so good, but it would help if you would calm down,” she responded.
“Calm? I’m calm. Just rela x .... OH MY GOD!”
Michael took his eyes off the road for only a moment to look at Arianna as a car pulled out of no where, stopping directly in the path of the truck.
“MICHAEL LOOK OUT!”
“DAD THERE’S A CAR...”
Michael couldn’t stop in time due to all of the weight in the back of the truck, so he swerved to avoid the car. The truck jumped a curb and piled through a row of bushes. The jump over the curb
“Are you going to be able to move all of this yourself?”
“Yes, I can handle it. I have done it before,” Michael replied.
“But I was helping you then and you were much younger,” she smiled.
“I will be fine if you just stay out of the way and rest, okay?”
“Yes dear,” she replied in a snotty little voice.
It was a cool overcast day for April and the temperature was a mild 58 degrees. No rain, which was a blessing and Michael felt pretty good physically. Maybe oversleeping had done him some good after all.
After several hours of loading the truck with David’s help, Michael turned to David and asked, “Okay, what’s next?”
“That’s it Dad. There’s nothing left to load,” David said.
A smile came to Michael’s face as he realized that he accomplished at least half of the process and it was only 6:00 p.m. He sighed and leaned up against the truck and took a breather.
He heard Arianna from a distance. “You guys forgot this box of dishes.”
As Michael turned he saw his very pregnant wife carrying a very large and heavy box out of the garage and toward the truck.
Before he could say anything, Arianna stopped in her tracks and dropped the box to the ground with a crash. She grabbed her stomach and doubled over in pain.
“Michael!”
Michael rushed from the truck to the garage apron where Arianna fell. “Are you okay?”
“I think my water broke,” she replied.
As Michael looked down at her legs he saw that she was covered in blood. “Water? My God! You’re hemorrhaging!”
Michael picked her up in his arms and told David to run in the house and call 911.
“The phones are already shut off Michael. Just drive me yourself,” Arianna said.
Michael was frantic and desperately tried to find his car.
“Where the hell is the car! ”
“You left it at the truck place Dad!” David shouted.
“Oh right. Okay, everyone in the truck,” Michael said.
Michael lifted Arianna into the cab of the truck on the passengers’ side as David jumped in as well. Then Michael ran back to the apartment to lock the doors when he realized, “there’s nothing left to steal! What am I doing! ”
Back in the truck, Michael started it up and floored it. Unfortunately he forgot to close the pull down door on the back of the truck and several boxes went flying out and crashed to the street.
“Dad, boxes are falling out of the truck!” David said.
“Son of a bitch!” said Michael as he slammed on the brakes and brought the truck to a screeching halt. He heard the load shift toward the front of the trailer. “CRACK!”
“Well, there goes the frame to the couch as the washing machine slams into it,” Michael said as he opened the cab door and jumped out to reload the boxes that now laid 20 feet behind the truck.
“Hurry Michael!” shouted Arianna. Michael having heard her pleas, literally threw the boxes into the trailer and slammed the overhead door shut.
Back in the truck, Michael shifted the truck into drive and stepped on the gas. He turned to Arianna and asked, “How you doing honey?”
“Not so good, but it would help if you would calm down,” she responded.
“Calm? I’m calm. Just rela x .... OH MY GOD!”
Michael took his eyes off the road for only a moment to look at Arianna as a car pulled out of no where, stopping directly in the path of the truck.
“MICHAEL LOOK OUT!”
“DAD THERE’S A CAR...”
Michael couldn’t stop in time due to all of the weight in the back of the truck, so he swerved to avoid the car. The truck jumped a curb and piled through a row of bushes. The jump over the curb
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