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I'm a Texan, born and raised. I love my God and my family (friends included as family!) My first novel was realeased December 23, 2014 and I've since finished writing my second manuscript and have begun my third. Being a successful writer has been a dream of mine for years, since I was little. I can't wait to see where God takes my first book and my future ones. I pray that it touches many hearts. For those of you who love suspense novels, good vs. evil, you may be interested!

Monday, July 29, 2013

The Protected:The Unseen Realm

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

Hello guys! Just an update about my book:

Tate Publishing is in the editing process of my novel. Within a week or so, I should hear back from them with my first edits for me to review.

I can't tell you how excited I am about the publication of The Protected:The Unseen Realm. It's been a dream of mine, ever since I could write, to publish a book. Now that it is actually happening, I can't believe it! It's so surreal. 

The Protected:The Unseen Realm is a spiritual warfare/suspense/thriller. It's guaranteed to give you a nail biting experience! If you are one that loves good vs. evil, this book is for you!

I wish I had more to share with y'all about it, like the cover design and whatnot, but that doesn't come until later in the process. As soon as I find out more regarding the novel's progress, I'll let you know! 

As of now, while I'm waiting patiently (er, or trying to), I'm writing another book. I'm on chapter 16 of it, and am progressing quite rapidly. I haven't yet decided if I want to make The Protected a series or not, but if I did, this book I'm working on could be the second book of the series. 
It also could stand on its own because readers would not have to read the first book to understand what's going on in the second. 

Maybe when The Protected:The Unseen Realm comes out, y'all can give me some input? Should be sometime in March 2014 when it is due for distribution, give or take. That's if we don't get off schedule or there aren't any delays. 

Thank you guys for reading my blogs. I hope they bless you!

Have a wonderful week!

~Brooke-Lauren Montgomery 

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Forever Friday-A Must Read!

I just finished an incredible novel last night called, Forever Friday, by Timothy Lewis. Everything about the book is fabulous, down to the cover design.
It's a wonderful love story that keeps you turning the pages. The characters are so realistic, it feels like you really know them, in a sense. It's a captivating story line that I've never seen in a Romance novel. Better yet, it is based upon Tim's relatives, which makes it that much more compelling! Forever Friday is a heart warming story that teaches not to give up in a marriage even though it is filled with ups and downs. It shows the power of love and how love can be a strong enough bond to keep two people together. What I also loved about this novel is that is was a Romance, but it was not a risque, erotic read. The hints of making love were done beautifully through the book. It wasn't in any way inappropriate.

I got the pleasure of receiving Tim's ARC (Advanced Reader's Copy) in the mail after attending WTWA (West Texas Writer's Academy) at West Texas A&M University where Tim taught one of the classes offered. Tim has a beautiful way with words, and I know he will succeed!

When Jodi Thomas (New York Times best selling Romance author), told the large class that we were looking at the next Nicholas Sparks, she wasn't kidding. I'm hoping that Forever Friday will be turned into a film. When it does, I will be first in line!

I rate this book five out of five stars! Loved it. Putting it on my shelf to read again in the future!

I highly encourage you to go check this book out and read the description! Then order the book! :) Here is a link to pre-order Forever Friday: 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Conjuring Review

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

Well, guys, I went to see The Conjuring last night with my sister, her boyfriend, and my cousin. I'm a suspense/scary movie fan, so, I was excited about seeing it. However, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about it. I'm not one to get nervous about seeing a scary movie, but I was on this one. I kept hearing different things, such as, "Oh, there was one theatre that had a priest come and bless people and offer prayer if they needed it!" That freaked me out a bit, because, I'm thinking, it's THAT bad??

First off, to me, it wasn't too bad. Was it scary? Dang straight! If you are into paranormal movies, this one is the best one made, in my opinion. The graphics/makeup was amazing, and the acting was terrific and compelling. Those two combined, it made the movie thrilling. I didn't need a priest, thank God, after walking out of the theatre, and neither did my sister, her bf, and cousin.

Second, if you do not like paranormal stuff (obviously, which goes without saying), or maybe you do, but as long as it isn't "over the top", DON'T go see the movie.

Third, I found it very interesting that the writers of the script are two brothers who are Christians. To read about it click the link: 
It's a great article!

Fourth, I loved the ending. I loved it, because, being a Christian, I enjoy movies that end with Good prevailing and evil losing. And in The Conjuring, evil loses. So, I still got the scare while watching the film, but didn't leave the theatre feeling down hearted. God prevailed!

Fifth, as far as the priest coming to the theatre, I don't know if that is true. I read about it, and I can't decide if it's a publicity/marketing tool used to promote the film, or what. I'll provide the link to that, and y'all can decide for yourselves: 

Sixth, I will admit that a couple of strange things happened to my sister, cousin, and I after we got home from the movie. In The Conjuring, the paranormal activity always began at 3:07 a.m. Well, when I woke up this morning, I saw a text from my sister that she sent at 3:10 a.m. that said, "I was about to go to sleep and im exhausted and I noticed it was almost 3:07 and I started to plug my fone in and my TV shut off. So I didn't panic and I sat back down on the bed and in a bit the TV turned back on and I looked at my phone and it said 3:08".
There are, however, possible "rational" explanations for those who believe demonic/paranormal stuff is a bunch of malarkey. But, I believe it wasn't coincidental.
Rational explanation:
Her tv shorted out like it has before. It just so happened to conveniently be at 3:07 a.m.

As for me, when I got into bed and was laying there, I heard a rustling noise beside my bed. I have some drafts of my manuscript down there and I assumed it was that. I peeked over the side of the bed, but I didn't see anything. Then, this morning when I went into the bathroom to get ready for work, the cabinet door squeaked open by itself. I can think of two rational explanations for mine:
The papers may have rattled due to the fan being on.
Still half asleep, I possibly could have bumped the cabinet with the bathroom door and didn't realize it. I just knew I didn't touch it.

As for my cousin, he texted me this: "Well, mine was this morning about 7:07 i woke up like when you fall off of something like all quick and jumpy. And heard a big bang. And so i listend for a couple more seconds and it got quiet so i laid down to try to calm down. And then you know the bars over here on the windows. It sounded like someone was trying to get in the bars like rattling them and trying to rip them off!"
Rational explanation: Could have been the wind. In the part of Texas I live in, we have high winds here.

I don't know one hundred percent if it was paranormal or not, but nonetheless, it was freaky to us. However, we're still alive and kicking.

One last thing. Demons and things are real. That's what makes this movie so scary. It could really happen. My friend has witnessed a girl who was her roommate take on demonic/possessed behavior. She doesn't want to say she was possessed, but from what happened and how she was acting, it looked that way.
Also, one time when our family was going through a difficult time, my dad who is a strong believer, hung a necklace with a cross in his bathroom from one of the light fixtures above the mirror. One evening, my mother, who also is an avid believer, came into my room asking me if I pulled Dad's necklace down in his bathroom. Of course I didn't. She asked my sister and she didn't. My mom didn't do it, and my dad didn't do it. The freaky part about it...there were smears on the mirror from where someone or something yanked down the necklace and swiped their hand across it. The necklace wasn't gently undone and laying on the counter. It had been ripped down and broken.
I have other personal stories of these kinds of true incidences but it would take forever to write.

Bottom line: The movie was a great movie. It was scary, on the edge of your seat thrilling. The outcome was good. I'd give it a five star out of five. BUT, I would advise praying before seeing it. To be honest, I don't think that Christians should see it. Yes, I know, I did, and I shouldn't have. But my seek for thrill and scare got me.

Also, the film wasn't as scary as I thought it was going to be. I was expecting it to be way worse than it was.
However, I repeat, if you don't like extra freaky movies, this isn't for you.

If you've seen it, I'd love to hear your opinions and intakes!

Have a blessed day!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Born To Dream

written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

I have a dream, and it is mine,

I have a dream that I will find,
There it is, so big, so bright,

I wish I may, I wish I might

God has known before time,

This dream was born to be mine.

From my first cry, it was in me,

Till my final breath in me will it be.

Giver Of Life

written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

My heart and soul rejoice in You,
For You brought my beating heart to life.
You are The Light, and everything that's true,
My heart and soul rejoice in You.
Carry me through perilous storms, You do--
Before You gave me my first breath, You knew me, You knew my life.
My heart and soul rejoice in You,
For You brought my beating heart to Life.

The Anguish Of The Heart

written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

When I look at you, I see more than flesh-I see love.
You've captivated my mind, my soul, my heart.
Fear grips tighter still, but you're working to set me free.
I'm not afraid of you, but afraid to fall.
God knows I want to, I long to--to just leap
Head first into it all, into your arms I want to stay--

 Forever with you--you and me--to stay
Wound within your mind like you are in mine, and love
You until we breathe our last, until we leap
Into Eternity--I want to love you with my whole heart,
And not be afraid to knock down these walls, watch them fall--
Drain the poison that's eating me alive--oh how I ache to be set free!

You want to know me inside and out--but freedom is not free.
You whisper to me, "don't give up--no matter how long it takes, I'm here to stay."
Through my blur of tears you say to me, "I'll be there to catch you when you fall."
I am your woman and you are my man--we were made for this, we were made to love.
God lead me to you with His loving heart.
I want to be strong enough to take the leap.

I would ask you to jump with me, but you've already taken that leap.
You had no boundaries from this, no ghosts or demons to wrestle with--you've always been free.
You've never had to feel this certain death grip on your heart.
I want to breathe, I want to smile and laugh--I want to stay
Right where you are, engulfed within your love.
I beg the question, what will it take for me to fall?

Will it take you pushing me over the edge to fall?
No, for that would shut me down--I must be the one who chooses to leap
And plummet into what I've shied away from for so long--love,
But yours only do I desire, no other man-I need my heart to be free-- free!
My soul burns with energy for you and everything you are--when I look at you I want you--but I stay
Right where I've been thrown, fear's repulsive hand seizing my fragile heart.

I pray the fingers of fear's hand be broken, mutilated, melted off my heart,
So I can finally be fearless to run right off the edge and fall--
And at last I can be locked within every fiber of you--forever stay,
So my being can catch fire and explode my innermost feelings for you...when I'm finally set free
To be wrapped up inside of your love.

I desperately want to leap, because when I look at you, I want to fall.
My heart wants to intertwine with yours, to perpetually stay.
When I look at you, I see love, and my weary being cries out to be set free.


written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
Rose colored cheeks, pale face,
Tiny frame, luscious lips pressed taut together--
Finger tips dance upon his spine,
Breaths that burst into brilliant color prism--
Hair follicles tingle as hair on moving arms raise,
Fingers locked as lips emulate--
The flutter of ecstatic hearts as they embrace,
Dilation of her eyes, whisper from his lips--
The man, the woman, as one,
Two frames that are meant to fit together.


written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
There was an old dog on the roadway
That looked to be fragile and so gray,
He walked with a limp
To make do with his gimp,
Which made sad the ones who went his way

Here's To Summer--Finally

written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
The cold needs to go,
 Summer beckons me, arms wide--
Bye-bye, my sweaters!

The Power Of Bended Knee

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
When you see me on my knees, it doesn't mean I'm weak,
I'm getting stronger--through trials and temptations,
It's God's Face that I seek.
I've been a witness, and I have seen
What sight would take to believe,
The Power behind the bended knee.
When you see me on my knees, it doesn't mean I'm frail,
I'm getting stronger--through joy and through pain,
I have learned that in Him will I always prevail.
I have felt the indescribable Peace
When I've cried out in utter desperation
On my knees--my burdens I release.
When you see me on my knees, it doesn't mean I'm defeated,
For many pleading prayers are answered there,
Through His Word, my soul is completed.

Like hinges straining from the massive weight,
My heart shudders, almost stops in place,
Just before the strength bursts forth, and my  mind is set straight.
When you see me on my knees, it doesn't mean I've given up,
I'm getting stronger--through the darkest night,
He mends my ailing heart, smoothes out every hiccup.
Hope and Love spread through my heart like roots on a healthy tree--
I am amazed at what I see and what I feel
When limitless Power surges through bended knee.   


Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
              Twilight. The moon, the only source of light through the masses of tangled twigs, lit the path of desperation's trail. With seconds to spare, she could become the next victim of the menacing evil that walked on two legs. She heard a relentless pounding of drums, but soon realized it was the sound of her own beating heart that she feared would take her into tachycardia. 
               High pitched screams cut through the air like a pizza cutter slicing through a freshly baked pie. It ricocheted off the trees, then finally sprung into the ears of a shaken girl. Her hair, matted with dirt and blood, fell in stringy strands about her face as she breathed rapidly, terror unwilling to leave her. The dirt that smeared on her cheeks and forehead, mixed with blood, gave her face more color. Her eyes, a radiant blue, dilated from the fear that she may just lose her life.
               More desperate screams filled the woods as she kept running with all her might. She was too frightened, to panicked to cry. Everything around her seemed so...shallow, unwilling to help. The branches and twigs were like cold, scratchy fingers that taunted her, trying to prevent her from getting away from the arms that wanted to kill her.
               Hopeless. Hopelessness filled every inch of her sunken heart. Something drove her to keep going, that there was a way out of this living hell she was surreally apart of. Those screams did not have to come from her as long as she fought to keep the strong will to live. Her best friend since kindergarten school had met her fate, unable to do a thing about it.
               Hating the bastard that had taken away her best friend, she wanted to face the giant, to take away his life just as he had taken away her friend's, but she was too afraid. Now, she ran scared, like an antelope from a lion.
               This nightmare she was living was like a dream, though she was not asleep. She was not dead. She was alive, very alive. She was, indeed, in this place that she feared most, a place that she thought only existed in horror movies.
               Her legs were begging for mercy, screaming at her to let them rest, but she pushed forward. Her legs got their wish when her foot caught on a tree root. Down she went, face planting into the dirt and leaves. She felt no pain, only sheer adrenaline as she sprang up onto her feet again. Leaves clung to her hair as she wiped her mouth with the back of her dirt stained hand.
               The screams of of her friend came no more, but was replaced with another looming and doomful sound. A cackling penetrated the wood's evil thickened air. It rang through the trees like an air raid siren announcing the end of the planet's very existence. Her fate drew nearer and nearer, but she continued to push her exhausted being through the woods, in frantic search for the highway. She turned to look behind her and, to her horror, saw the one that killed her best friend, the one that was now coming for her. So relentless, so disgustingly corrupt.
               A whimper escaped her lips as she saw the bloodstained clothes of the one that so desperately wanted to kill her. She kept going, going, going. At last! There is was! The highway, so beautiful, so near!
               This was her chance! Her chance to make it out alive and to get help! Her chance to get this maniac off her back and killed, where she would be taken into loving and helpful arms, where she would be doctored and cared for.  
               She burst out onto the open road. "STOP!" she screamed, wildly waving her arms.
               The next thing she heard was, "And cut! That's a wrap!"   

The Star In His Eyes

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

 Look up

At the night sky

Eyes wide, full of wonder

The stars are dazzling tonight,
As you

The Great I Am

written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

You are

The One I love,

The One who carries me,

Who dries my tears-I am the one

You love

The Wonder of The Soul

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
Love--what is love my soul does wonder on this night?
It has been taken all in vain.
Love  is replaced by what is known as Lust,
Sex has replaced what love once knew,
So beautiful and true was it before--
Now it is hidden, craftily disguised behind Lust's greedy eyes.
Will I get lucky on this night, we ask,
Instead of knowing this one fragile soul.
For when we choose to come together with another,
Without a wedding band upon the finger,
It is not making love, for it's not true--
It's Lust behind a mask of Love.
It is about a void we all long to be filled--
The missing puzzle piece that's in the heart of all.
When patience has defeated the impatient heart,
Love will present itself at the right time--
When it is truly love, it feels so right.
And happiness, it shall burst forth
Just like a geyser aiming for the sun,
To quench the rampant fi-re burning deep within the soul.
But Love today-- it's so distorted now,
Been twisted this way, twisted that way 'til
It is no longer recognizable.
Love--what is love, my soul does wonder on this night?
It's beautiful, deep in the heart,
Created by a loving God--
To have, to hold,
To treasure still,
Until our hearts shall beat no more.
Love--this is love my soul has found on this exquisite night.

Forever, Baby

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

I was used to having that certain someone in my life,       
But now I found I’ve got it all figured out,            
He doesn’t need me,                                                       
And I know that I don’t need him,                                
He lost his chance when I opened the door to find: 

Him in his bed tangled with another girl              
He called to me                                             
I kept on running, right on out the door            
He begged me please        
But it was my time to settle the score     
I won   
He lost  
And now it’s goodbye forever, baby   

I never knew that I could make it without him there, right
By my side, but what he’s done made it possible,
He doesn’t need me,
And I’m sure that I don’t need him,
He betrayed me when I opened the door to find:

Him in his bed tangled with another girl              
He called to me                                             
I kept on running, right on out the door            
He begged me please        
But it was my time to settle the score    
I won   

He lost   

And now it’s goodbye forever, baby   

He said ‘you and me, forever be’,
But he gave it up right before my eyes,
Another girl, was it worth it all to lose
The only one who wasn’t using him?  
He cleared things up when I opened the door to find:

Him in his bed tangled with another girl              
He called to me                                             
I kept on running, right on out the door            
He begged me please        
But it was my time to settle the score     
I won  
He lost   
And now it’s goodbye forever, baby  
Now it’s goodbye forever, baby
Goodbye forever, baby

The Missing Puzzle Piece

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

Are things not going right in your life, Friend? Let me guess, you're exhausted from trying to make it all stay together so it won't disolve and slip right through your fingers? I thought so. I know because I've been there. And sometimes still go there. 
It is completely natural for us to want to be in control, and the sense of knowing things are under control gives us relief and comfort. 
But what happens when your world suddenly gets turned upside down? 
Your spouse dies unexpectedly, you lose your job, you get diagnosed with a terminal illness, or a wayward child packs their stuff and leaves to never look back? 
Suddenly, you don't feel in control, and you feel that if you could somehow fix the situation, everything will be hunkydory. Not necessarily. (Sorry to burst your bubble) . However, this is all a good thing.
I can see you gaping at the screen wondering what I've been smoking. But, yes, you read correctly about it being a good thing you aren't in control. 
I suppose you would like to know the why's. I'm glad you asked! :
Strength of Trust: If you sailed through life with nothing but smiles, chasing butterflies, and singing a tune to Life is Sweet, where's the trust in God? Where's the faith in God? I know that some of you who are reading this blog may not be "religious", but, you know what? I'm so blessed that you are reading this right now because I believe that God has a word for unbelievers as well as believers. He loves us all the same, no matter what we've done.
Turning Point: There are times that God allows certain instances to happen in your life that will shake your world for one reason--to draw you to Himself. Did you know that God is a jealous God? Deuteronomy 4:24 says, "For the Lord your God is a consuming fire; a jealous God." He is jealous for you, my friend! He wants you to Himself, and if a certain circumstance in your life is what it takes for you to run into His arms, then He will let it be. You may be thinking, how is God a loving God when He allows this to happen to me? Why can't he just speak out loud to me or, you know, write on the wall? The answer is this--it ties along with Faith and Trust. Are you familiar with the book of Job? Did you know that God allowed satan to take everything he had? His family, his cattle, everything. Except, God told satan he could not take Job's life. Job had it all. He was living the all smiles and chasing butterflies life until God allowed him to be put through a test. You may ask, well, did he pass the test? With flying colors, Friend. Even when others, his friends and his wife, told him to just curse God and die, he did not do it. He continued to praise God even though his world was falling apart. Well, why didn't he just curse God and die? I believe it was because he knew God had blessed him with such a good life, that when he went through the trials, God was the only One he could lean on. He had that will to keep believing that God would see him through it all. And God did. In fact, he gave Job everything back double because of Job's faithfulness and because he didn't give into what his family and friends told him to do.
Well, how do you know God doesn't cause these bad things to happen? That's a good question. Bad things come from one thing and one thing only--satan. Who was it that tempted Eve in the garden of Eden? satan. Did Eve fall for it? Yeah. satan is a sly, tricky, manipulative scumbag that makes things look so appealing to us that often times we fall for it. Even believers at times fall for one of satan's tricks because we are all human. But, being human isn't an excuse to run around doing whatever we want. 
But, satan is the bad one. He's the evil one. All bad things come from him. Notice the "all". Not some, not most, not many, but ALL.
God is the creator of good. Did you know that His plan for us is for good? Jeremiah 29:11 says, "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares The Lord, 'plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.'" Well, how do I get this prosperous future? How do I get this hope? I'm glad you asked! The answer is in the next verses, Jeremiah 29:12-13, "Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart." All you have to do is cry to Him. He hears you.
Well, if he hears me, why isn't He answering? Sometimes the answer doesn't always come to us the way we want it to. It ties in along with Faith as well. I guarantee you that He will answer you when the time is right. DO NOT GIVE UP ON GOD.

It all works together for our good: Even though life is hard at times, and things seem impossible, everything works out for good. Yes, the bad works out for good. Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are the called according to His purpose." Again, notice the "all". It doesn't say, some things, or most things, or occasionally things. It says ALL things. If you cling to that verse, and you repeat it each time something happens in your life, it will bring you comfort. I know this because I do it. It is my life verse. It's written on my calendar at work, taped on my computer, and etched on my heart.

The missing puzzle piece: There's a missing piece of the puzzle in your life that you will never find unless you give up. When I say "give up", I'm not speaking of suicide or anything else that's life threatening. You give up your fight of controlling what you can't, to God. 
He sees it all, the whole puzzle, and we as humans only get pieces at a time...sometimes the pieces don't make sense because we have them turned the wrong way and they don't fit due to us trying to force them into where we want them to go...but God turns the pieces in due time for us so that we finally are able to see why they would not fit at first. God has you in His Hands and loves you more than you possibly could ever know.

Also, giving over what bothers us or burdens us to God, takes a tremendous pressure off our shoulders. Sometimes things we do carry in our lives, we aren't meant to carry. We actually insist on carrying it on our backs even though the opportunity is staring us right in the face to get it taken off. God wants us to throw it all on Him because He is strong enough to hold it all. He knows we can't. 1 Peter 5:7 says, "Cast all your anxiety on Him, for He cares for you." Wow, the word "all" is REALLY popular! Sadly, sometimes holding too many burdens and pressures inside, result in diseases like cancer. When we are overly stressed and anxious, it damages the body. 
Did you know that we are not to be anxious? This next verse is one I need to hold onto all the time. Philippians 4:6 says, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." 
Did you know that there are 365 places/verses in The Bible where it tells us not to fear? That's a verse for one day every year, telling us not to be afraid! How awesome is that?! 

Friends, I hope this blog encouraged you today. Keep your head up! Call to God today. He's waiting for it eagerly. And, if you are not a believer, I encourage you to do the same. He'll answer. :) 

When I'm Home

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery
in remembrace of Julia O. Montgomery

                You wait for me where you are free to roam,
                Where sorrow’s gone and death is left behind,
                So I won’t fret, I’ll see you when I’m Home.

                And where the sea is beautiful with foam,
                Where illness is no more, pain cannot bind,
                You wait for me where you are free to roam.

                You’re waiting there beneath Love’s massive dome,
                Where hate is gone and there is peace of mind,
                So I won’t fret, I’ll see you when I’m Home.

                It’s where the broken hearted do not groan,
                I’ll see you there, you won’t be hard to find,
                You wait for me where you are free to roam.

                It’s where the lonely never walk alone,
                Where perfect’s true and nothing good’s confined,
                So I won’t fret, I’ll see you when I’m Home.

                You’re where all things are made anew and known,
                And where our eyes no longer will be blind,
                You wait for me where you are free to roam,
                So I won’t fret, I’ll see you when I’m Home.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Oh, Baby!

Written by Brooke-Lauren Montgomery

 “I’m sorry, but, you are not having a boy, Mr. McKenzie,” said Doctor Manes while walking up to an anxious Dillon McKenzie.
            Mrs. McKenzie looked over at her light headed husband who sat wringing his hands in the plastic chair up against the wall, only a couple of feet away from the examining bed in which she lay.
            Mr. McKenzie’s face slightly twitched as he asked, “A girl?”
            Doctor Manes smiled, turning to Mrs. McKenzie. Upon seeing the good doctor’s happy face, a faint smile cracked on the side of her mouth.
            Doctor Manes slowly shook his head after returning his gaze to Mr. McKenzie who was beginning to perspire on his forehead.
            His grin growing bigger, Doctor Manes said, “You’re having two…two boys, Mr. McKenzie. Congratulations.”
            Mr. McKenzie swallowed, the sound of his spit going down his throat filling the silence of the small, clean waiting room.
            “Twi…twins…” he whispered, his face growing paler. His gaze turned to his wife who was now grinning from ear to ear. “Kate…”
            That was all he could say before he fell forward and rolled onto the ground.
            “Dillon!” Mrs. McKenzie exclaimed, sitting up from the examining table.
            “Oh, he’ll be quite fine, Mrs. McKenzie,” informed Doctor Manes, stooping down to her husband who lay limp on the floor. “This is definitely not the first time something like this has happened. Nothing new here, I assure you.” He turned her husband over. “Mr. McKenzie…Mr. McKenzie…Can you hear me?”
            His eyes moved below his lids.
            “Mr. McKenzie….Can you hear me?”
            His lips weakly opened and a tiny whisper escaped them, “Yes.”
            “Good. Open your eyes. Should I get a wheel chair?”
            Mr. McKenzie gently opened his eyes as if he were coming out of anesthesia.
            “Should I get a wheelchair?” repeated Doctor Manes.
            Sounding more conscious, Mr. McKenzie said, “No, thank you, Doctor, I think I will be fine.” He blinked several times while lying on the cool tile floor. Taking in a few deep breaths, he said, “Kate?”
            “Yes, Dillon, Dear?”
            “I must have hit the ground before he told us the sex of the baby. What was it? What are we having? Is it a little Isaac or a little Cheyenne?”
            “Doctor Manes?” called Mrs. McKenzie.
            “Yes, ma’am?” inquired a nurse upon walking into the room.
            “Oh, will you please bring in a wheelchair for my husband? He’s going to need it.”
            The nurse nodded.
            “Kate,” Mr. McKenzie said, sitting up, “I told you I’m fine. Now, what is the sex of our baby?”
            “Are you sure you shouldn’t wait for the wheelchair, honey?”
            “Kate!” Mr. McKenzie exclaimed in pure excitement, “I’ve waited this long to find out the sex of our baby, and I’m dying to know! The blasted wheelchair can wait!”
            “Alright…” Mrs. McKenzie said, uncertainty obvious in her voice. She cleared her throat and then said, “Dillon, honey?”
            “Yes, darling?”
             “We’re having two little Isaacs.”
            “It’s two, honey…there are two little ones in my tummy.”
            Mr. McKenzie stared into his wife’s eyes for a few seconds, then for the next two or three, he seemed to be staring past her.
            “Baby…” he mumbled, his eyes rolling back as he began to lay down.
            The nurse walked in with the wheelchair, and upon seeing the husband on the floor, grinned.
            “First child?” she questioned to a very conscious Mrs. McKenzie.
            “First children…we are having two,” she stated softly, but with pride.
            “Well, congratulations!” she exclaimed. “We will have him up and running in just a minute.”
            After Mr. McKenzie was awake with more color in his face, and sitting up in the wheelchair, he looked up at his wife who walked with confidence.
            So beautiful, so elegant…so together in this time, this precious and fragile time. How can she be so calm and relaxed? How does she do it? Mr. McKenzie thought to himself as the nurse wheeled him around the corner to the front desk.
            “Why, hello, Mrs. McKenzie,” greeted the lady at the front desk. “How does Wednesday, October fourth at three o’clock sound? We should be, pretty much, right on schedule if we book you for that time.
            Mrs. McKenzie thought for a moment and looked down at her husband who seemed nearly back to normal.
            “Dillon, will that work for you? Wednesday, October fourth at three o’clock?”
            Mr. McKenzie appeared to be thinking, but then again, he looked to be trying to keep his consciousness about him.
            “Yes…yes, I believe it should work.”
            “Alrighty then,” confirmed the lady at the desk. “We shall put you for that date! Here is your card,” she said, handing Mrs. McKenzie a card with the date and time. “And you are all set! You guys have a great afternoon!”
            Mr. McKenzie stood to his feet and kissed his wife tenderly.
            As they walked to the front doors and stepped into the chilly air, Mrs. McKenzie said, “For a while, there, I thought you weren’t going to be okay.”
            Dillon laughed a hearty laugh. “I’m fine. By the way, Honey, what was the sex of the baby?”
            Mrs. McKenzie looked at her husband uncomprehendingly. She then sighed, and turned around to go back inside for the wheelchair.