(Isla)
My initial reaction was complete and utter bliss. I was having a baby, Jacksons' baby.
We both decided to leave it up to the Moon Goddess to bless us when she saw fit, and we were having a baby.
Then, my stomach dropped. How far along was I? When would I start showing? Would we have dealt with Benjamin and Jennifer in the next few months before he or she was born?
I felt nauseous, and not from morning sickness. Physically sick to my stomach. I could feel the color drain from my face and I laid back on the crinkly paper, not proving any relief.
“You’re healthy, the baby is probably healthy too.” Jim patted my hand.
“Dear, can you get her some cold water?” He nodded and left the room.
“What is it?”
“I’m a target, my baby is going to be a target. How long can I hide this pre
