When the lights went out, it was pitch black.
Gordy heard Rachel sigh as if something might have got her. It was him.
"Its all right." He hugged her tight. He felt a bit of a fright himself.
She let out another sigh.
Not a street light was on. Nothing. The phone made a strange beep and then that went dead too.
"You think they're OK?" Rachel meant the girls.
"I'm sure they are sleeping through the whole thing." Gordy told her. "Its way after midnight."
"I want them with us." Rachel informed him.
"Fine." Gordy sighed and reached for his flashlight in the dark. After a couple of moments at pawing things and the electric curlers almost hitting his toe, he found it and switched it on. He put the light under his chin. "Feel better now?"
"Just get them. Now." Rachel ordered. She was going with him too. He knew she wouldn't have it any other way.
Of course, the girls were so sacked out that they didn't even budge when they were picked up.
"I hate the thought of them not waking up," Rachel frowned. "You know, you hear about intruders stealing children. It could really happen."
"Rach, the power went out. Stop thinking about kidnappings." Gordy told her. They were safe after all in their bed. They put the girls in between them. Of course, neither of them had hardly an inch to spare on the bed now. But Gordy cut the flash light.
He laid there staring into darkness. Finally, a shock of another child coming set in. His fears and dreams danced about in his head. He was happy yet sad at the same time. He couldn't help but be a little nervous, and yet he had to remain strong. It was expected.
"You know," he finally said in the dark. "We have to get a bigger bed. That's all there is to it."