Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Wise Web Woman and can be found here.

This week's words are: 

a photo of some warming flames and>>>

1. iceberg
2. gas pump
3. cellar
4. painting

and/or:

1. blackboard
2. carrot
3. doorbell
4. cheese

Here is my story:

We'd been arguing over a million little things, including, for heaven's sake, which of the two young men at the service station was better at operating the gas pump. I'd declared Dave to be the better operator which had Sebastian sneering I only liked Dave because he looked like my first High School boyfriend. Of course I'd hotly denied it, as Sebastian stomped down the stairs to the cellar muttering darkly about pregnant women being cranky all the time over nothing. 
I'd dabbed away the tears that seemed to fall far too freely these days, while staring at the sunroom wall, deciding which one should be covered in blackboard paint and turned into a play corner for the child who would soon make his or her arrival. 
I settled on the south west corner and marked off an area about two metres long and two metres wide. Sebastian would get the painting done the following weekend and then everything would finally be ready. 
The nursery had been painted a lovely soft yellow and hung with cheerful mobiles over the crib, the changing table and the toddler bed. A brand new pram stood in the corner and the child-sized wardrobe had several hangers ready to receive clothes. 
I took a few deep breaths, then turned as Sebastian came back up the stairs. "Margaret, I'm sorry. I know these last few days are hard, you've carried this weight forever it seems and I haven't been able to help with that part of it." 
He gently patted my protruding tummy, saying "Hello Caroline or Justin, I'm your daddy and can't wait to meet you." The baby kicked his hand in reply. 
We shared a hug and a kiss, then Sebastian went back to the cellar where he was building a train track, complete with villages, mountains and trees, while I began dinner preparations. 
I rinsed the iceberg lettuce, grated a carrot, diced some cheese and was just about to drain a large can of tuna when the doorbell chimed. Mum and Dad had arrived with dessert. 

I asked Dad to please light the lounge room fire while Mum put the pavlova in the fridge.