The wait

Ok, attempt #2 at the 50 word only Daily Post.

 

She hadn’t slept.  Two firefighters died overnight fighting the apartment fire.  He’d forgotten his phone.

The rancid smell of smoke filled the room.  He was home.  Safe.

Soot still covered his face.  “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

She ran into his arms.  “Thank God you’re home.” She sobbed.  “I’m pregnant.”

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