Creed:
Twenty weeks have gone by in a blink. Some days, I look at Macy’s perfectly round stomach, and the butterflies threaten to pack me off. I can’t believe it.
I knocked on Macy’s office, walking in with her coffee and a bagel. She was crunched up in her chair, her headphones were wide open, and she was unmoved by my presence. I rested my hand on her shoulder, getting her attention.
“Good morning.” She whispered with a smile.
“Good morning. I brought you something to eat.” I held the food out, watching her face turn down.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hiding the bagel away, thinking it had turned her stomach.
“No, I would love it. But the midwife is flying in today for the anatomy scan and glucose test. I can’t have it.” She pouted, and I kicked my ass for forgetting.
“Can you hav
