Becky’s Pies

Smoke started billowing out of the front kitchen window as I stopped to smell the remnants now plastered to my hair strands.

“Becky, why on earth are you making three cherry pies?” Natasha tied the aged apron around her waste as she stared at me quizzically.

“Three pies are better than one?” I gave a side smirk as I looked around the flour ridden area for my misplaced pot holder.

“It’s five a.m. for crying out loud! How long have you been here?”

“Since three. Couldn’t sleep…”

Natasha threw me the pot holder as I scrambled to pull out the burnt pies.

“What happened? I can’t see in front of me but two inches.”

“I think I fell asleep.” I said sheepishly.

“Well at least there’s time to make em fresh. Pull open that window for some ventilation. Any of it salvageable?”

I pulled out the last pie as burnt crust pieces began to sprinkle the floor. “Well, depends on what you mean by salvageable…”

Natasha nodded her head at me in disappointment but still had a smile on her face. “You’ve never burned a thing in five years now three in one go. What’s up?”

My face reddened as she stood waiting. “I took this last night…” I handed her something white.

Natasha said, “you’re gonna give me a heart attack! It this what I think it is?”

“I think so…I’ve been so tired, I was relieved to know why!”

Natasha gave me the pregnancy test back and held me in a tight embrace. “Girl, I’m going to need a lot more ventilation than that windows gonna give!”

This was in response to the daily word prompt, found here: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/18/your-daily-word-prompt-ventilate-november-18-2019/

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