Naomi
Moments before
The car moved quickly through the streets, and I tried to tamp down the excitement that had been building inside me since I climbed in. I still couldn’t believe that I was pregnant. I knew it was the plan all along. But now that it was here and real, I really didn’t know what to do or say about it.
One thing was for sure: I wanted it to be a happy occasion, to see Gavril’s face light up because I was carrying his child and not because the last piece of his plan had clicked into place.
Biting my lower lip, I let my hand rest on my still-flat stomach as I mulled over the reaction I thought that Gavril might have. After the last few days, I hoped that he would pick me up in his arms and tell me that he was happy, that I had made him happy with the news.
Then we could
