Monday, June 20th, 2016
(Mitchell's house)
30 weeks...
Mitchell opened the door to his house and paused upon realizing how eerily quiet it was. A very unusual occurrence as there was always noise of some sort in the house. "Sam?" he called out, his voice bouncing off the walls.
He went further in, closing the door after him. "Sam? Where are you?"
He started searching downstairs, looking behind all closed doors - the coat closet, the cleaning supplies closet, and the bathroom downstairs.
Nothing.
He checked the kitchen and began worrying about the possibility of something being wrong. The kitchen was her favorite place to be. He went upstairs, looking in the guest bedrooms that led up to theirs, then continued on to theirs, fearing the worst.
He entered the bedroom, yelling, "Samantha?!" and right on cue, she popped out from behind the door, screaming. Frightened, he also screamed, and Samantha burst out laughing, clutching her bump as she leaned against the wall.