Ernest knew that he hadn't been in the best of spirits, lately. He could feel the darkness coming over him, but as always there was nothing he could do but try his best to endure it. To seclude himself, so that his mood wouldn't affect others too negatively. He hated himself at times like that. But he had to keep going for jack, Rhonda and the baby.
Florida had been a shock but he wasn't sure if it was good or not. He knew that it had shaken him, and he hasn't written a word since. Rhonda was dealing with him rather well actually.
He knew that it was time. It was past time, in fact. She was overdue- so truthfully, although he tried to sleep, he was tossing and turning, halfway between sleeping and waking. So, when she spoke, he opened his eyes immediately.
"Hmm?" he questioned, before it sunk in just what she had to be about to say. He sat up, looking a little shocked suddenly. "Are you okay? Is it time?"