Fiona
How? Okay, I know how, but… I’m pregnant! With a baby! I don’t know if I want to be pregnant…
“I’m going to give you two some time to get over the shock. The rest of these hooligans can come to see you tomorrow, Fiona. I need you to stay for a couple of days so we can make sure you rest for the baby’s sake.” Dr. M. instructs but I’m still in shock.
“Thank you, Melissa.” I nod. She holds my hand squeezing it. The last time I called her by her name she was still a med. student, but the love in her smile, and the years of friendship between us, afforded me that honour.
“Thanks, Doc. Anything I need to specifically bring that she might need?” Matt looks pale.
“Just the usual, I think. PJs and such.” Dr. M. smiles.
“Okay.” He looks a bit frazzled, and she laughs at him.
“Yup, same
