“What did you say?”
“You’re pregnant. From the looks of it, I’d say you’re about five months along.”
“That can’t be right. I can’t have kids.” What kind of sick game is he playing? I’ve known for a long time that I couldn’t have children; this was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with, and now that I am finally over it…
“There’s no reason you can’t have a child barring your own fears. Your body is perfectly healthy to carry. I’m not sure why anyone would tell you differently.”
“But my doctor in L.A. said it was impossible.
“Your doctor in L.A. is a quack.”
My mind was a jumble of thoughts all running together until nothing made sense. “Did you say five months?”
“Yes, and there’s one more thing: you’re having twins. Because of the medication you were on, we’ll keep a close eye on things to make sure everything goes smoothly, but so far, everything looks good.”