THE bell rang and the lecture hall quickly began emptying. Vivian and Fiona joined the stream of students filing out, notebooks clutched under their arms. The sun outside was warm, the air alive with chatter, but Vivian’s face was drawn, her lips pursed in irritation.
“Ugh, I can’t stay for the next class,” Vivian muttered, hugging her bag closer. “I just need to head home. I don’t feel like sitting here again.”
Fiona turned sharply, a scoff escaping her lips.
“Vivian, come on. The pregnancy isn’t even up to a week old, right?”
Vivian shot her a look.
“A week and two days. It is a week and two days.” She corrected firmly, as though she had it hetched in her memory.
“Fine, a week and two days,” Fiona rolled her eyes, “and you are already feeling feverish and weak like this, huh?”
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