"I can't be pregnant," Maya muttered again. Disbelief in every inch of her voice. There was something the woman wasn't getting right; she just couldn't. Hell, how could she even become a mom?
Growing up, she'd thought it'd take some ritual with a beautiful soul to be a mom, whatever that meant. Was she fit? Was her body healthy enough to take something so delicate?
She was scared and amazed at the same time.
She placed her hand on her stomach, clutching it inwardly and smiling as if she were part of the world's eight wonders. Creating life.
Right in her little stomach, that didn't seem to increase in weight. She wanted to suddenly find out how many days it took to get a bump.
Damon was saying, "Ma'am, you can't just look at her and say..."
For the first time, Maya heard his voice shake and almost laughed. Look at him all shaken now, listening to the consequences of his actions.
"To prove I know what I'm talking about, she can come to the hospital tomorrow so we can get a proper test,"
