So my friend and his wife Rachel are very close friends with myself and my wife. A couple of months back he had to go away for a few days for work, which happens from time to time, and we always keep in touch with Rachel when she’s alone.
This time was no different. We had her over for dinner a couple of nights and checked in on her from time to time. She was over 7 months pregnant so had all the usual struggles an expectant mother would have. She is about 5ft4, average enough weight. Very pretty and a great girl too. Steve had struck gold.
All was as normal as could be until one night, my phone rang. It was Rachel. I answered quickly as she would only really call if something was up. She asked me to come straight over. Naturally I obliged and kissed my wife, telling her I’d let her know if something was wrong.
I drove to their house, about 15 minutes away.
She stood at the door as I walked over to it. Dressed in a pair of grey leggings and a zip hoody, zipped right up. Strange I thought. It looked a bit uncomfortable like that.