Forty-two
Malaki Crescent
The prophecy said we were going to have kids. But I didn’t think that Iris was going to get pregnant right away. We were in college still. We barely knew each other. Sure, we were mates, and there was a certain magic to that. But that was never a guarantee that we were going to end up exactly the way the Stars said. They were fickle things, and sometimes they had a mind of their own. What you thought they wanted could be the exact opposite. But in this case, the Stars had taken their prophecy very, very seriously.
Iris was pregnant.
Three months pregnant, and three months hadn’t even gone by. We’d only just started having sex. It was mind blowing to me. We went to a nearby diner to get her food, and despite saying how hungry she was, she hadn’t touched her food. In fact, she hadn’t really said a word. She’d just stared out the window.
“Hey,” I said, “are you okay? I know this isn’t exactly how we planned things.”