Baby H

by Robert Swartwood

It isn't supposed to happen. Nobody even knows you exist. Your brothers and sisters — all seven of them — are the ones planned to be born. Not you. But the unthinkable occurs. You come out, open your eyes, and breathe.


Robert Swartwood's work has appeared in Chizine and Every Day Fiction. (This piece was inspired by the recent news coverage of the birth of octuplets. Click here to make a donation to Robert, half of which will support 6S.)