*Rose*
The feel of my arm entwined with Shelby’s is comforting. We walk down the same passage we once walked when I first arrived here almost two months ago.
“Do I look pregnant? Are there any signs I need to be on the lookout for? I know a pregnant woman pukes… a lot. I haven’t puked. Also, I read somewhere they pee often. How do I know if I am peeing a lot or have just been drinking too much of that pineapple juice? I read that pineapples can be harmful to pregnant women; do you think I should switch to mango juice instead?” I ask all these questions fast and in succession.
Shelby whistles. “Slow down, girlfriend. All this worrying is also not good for a baby, so chill. We’ll soon find out if you are. I don’t know if I can answer the load of questions you just piled on me. I’m not eve
