Surrogate Angel – Part 3
Author: Alexandra Lucier
Disclaimer: The angels in this story belong to Martha Williamson
Andrew groaned irritably as he sat up in bed and reached over to switch on the lamp, sending a golden light illuminating each corner of the bedroom in the apartment. He took a brief moment to yawn and rub the sleep from his blue-green eyes. He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't sleep tonight. His friend Monica was in her ninth month of pregnancy and supposedly very close to her due date. Perhaps that was why he couldn't get comfortable. He kept thinking about her and worrying that one of these nights she would go into labor and he would be asleep and something would go wrong or…you never know! Anything could happen.
Actually, these two were angels, sent to earth by God to help people in need. Only they were a little different from one another. Andrew was an Angel of Death, and Monica's very good friend. Monica was actually what they call a caseworker, or an angel who met and helped people with life-typical problems. Although she was also a supervisor, which meant she had a younger caseworker to look after and train. Her charge's name was Gloria, and she was asleep in the next room as well.
This was a little bit of a different assignment for Monica, though. As she had met a young couple, Abby and Mike Tucker, who had discovered that they could never have children. She had then been told that they were her assignment and she knew what she had to do, and so, for the past nine months, she had been carrying their baby. They didn't know if it was a boy or girl yet, they wanted to wait until the baby was born to find out.
Andrew stretched his arms over his head in an exhausted manner before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and heading for the bedroom door. He decided that perhaps if he got something to eat he would be able to sleep a little better. He headed out into the kitchen and yawned for what must have been the thousandth time as he felt clumsily along the wall for the light switch. He eventually found it and flicked it on, but that was when he suddenly realized that he was not alone.
As light flooded the room, blinding him only momentarily, he noted Monica sitting on the floor with her knees as close to her chest as they could get with her very pregnant belly, and a bowl of iced cream in hand. Andrew sighed with an amused smile as he looked down at her there with her back leaning against the bottom of the counter. With her long, tangled ginger hair and her swollen stomach, he still thought she looked beautiful. Possibly even more than she did before.
"Monica, what are you doing up this late?" He ventured, thinking it was an obvious enough question to ask as he glanced up at the clock on the wall, which read 1:12AM. Monica smiled and reached up, grasping the hand he had offered to her to help her up. She pulled herself into a standing position and placed the now empty bowl on the counter. She then turned her attention back to him and shrugged as if it didn't matter. "I was hungry." She told him simply with a hint of playfulness in her Irish lilt. Andrew allowed a small breath of laughter to escape him as he looked back into her honey-brown eyes. His gaze then shifted from her face to her belly, and his smile grew as he thought of the tiny infant growing inside of it.
"So when are you going to have that baby?" He chuckled as he turned to place her bowl from the counter into the sink. She shrugged again and placed a gentle hand on her stomach. "Soon I think." She replied after quite a bit of contemplation. But just then, as if on cue, Monica felt the baby kick for what must have been the billionth time that month. "Oh, it's kicking again." She informed her friend as she now held both hands over her swollen belly. Andrew beamed broadly and he too placed both hands on his friend's stomach. He didn't have to wait long before he felt it too beneath his hands.
"Wow." He breathed as he recalled the first time he had felt that, four months ago. "I know it's been nine months but I still can't believe it." He stated with an awed expression. He then recalled that walk in the park he had with Monica about nine months ago. She wasn't pregnant then, but she had been telling him what she wanted to do for Abby and Mike. He had warned her about it, but still supported her in the end. So much had changed between then and now. Andrew was so glad she had done what she had done, but he still didn't think she realized how this would make her feel when she held her baby for the first time. But she was beginning to understand. In fact, from the moment she had looked at the results of that pregnancy test she had wondered what she had done, but was still glad she did it.
"Andrew, that reminds me," Monica began a new subject in a suddenly very serious tone as she once again made eye contact with her friend, "I wanted to ask you something." She told him openly as she thought her words through carefully. He said nothing, only stared back at her with an expectant expression, one that welcomed her to ask him anything at all, anything in the whole world. She took advantage of this and continued. "Would you please be there when the baby's born?" She asked him pleadingly, suddenly feeling as though she was very venerable. But Andrew seemed taken aback by this request as he thought it over. Monica was his best friend. He didn't know if he could bear to see her in that much pain. "Oh, Monica, I don't know…" He stammered as he considered the situation, but Monica didn't give him a chance to finish. "Please, Andrew? It would mean so much to me." She begged, staring back at him with those beautiful, hazel eyes, as if giving him the puppy-dog face. Now Andrew realized that he had no choice and, knowing that she wanted him there was enough to make him agree.