The convertible sped at breakneck speed along winding roads wreathed with green. Nicole closed her eyes against a wave of vertigo as the car listed dangerously around a tight curve. She inhaled the smell of sunshine and dirt and vines, fixed her attention on Joel’s hand resting warm atop hers. The car straightened out, and she glanced over at the man sitting beside her, brown hair ruffling and whipping in the wind. She was running out of time to do what she’d flown halfway across the world to do.
“Joel,” she began, at the same moment he said, “You want some music?” He left her hand chilly in the sunlight and flipped on the radio.
“You’re havin’ my baby,” crooned the male voice.
Joel laughed. “I haven’t heard this song in forever.” He reached for her hand again, caught it against his heart. “You’re havin’ my baby! You’re the woman I love, and I love what it’s doin’ to ya…”
Hot and cold flashed over her as he sang, his face rapt with the joy of performing one of the weirdest songs ever written. He frowned slightly, breaking off mid-phrase. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Joel’s phone rang. “Hold that thought,” he said.
The conversation lasted all the way to the small local airport. Joel made an apologetic face but he kept talking sales strategy as he hauled her suitcase out of the trunk and handed it to the staff member for loading into the private jet. Nicole waited, feeling increasingly frantic.
“Mrs. Summerhill, we need to close the doors,” the uniformed man said.
She turned to Joel, who addressed his phone: “Hang on a minute.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Sorry, love. Have a safe trip. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
“Joel,” she said firmly, but he was already turning away. She grabbed his elbow. “Joel, I’m pregnant.”
This week’s Red Writing Hood prompt was to take the #1 song the day you were born and write a piece inspired by it. The song is “You’re Havin’ My Baby” by Paul Anka, and my first thought was that this is the creepiest song ever written. I’ve stepped back from that a bit, because some of the sentiments are really nice…but I can’t help feeling they’re just really, really weird in song format.
This is a scene I’m working out for a novel-in-progress.