*Bianca*

‘Can we meet up?’

I didn’t think anything of Isabela’s innocent text at first, simply shrugging off her casual language when normally she was more formal. I thought about the offer for about half a second before I felt a cramp in my belly.

“Ugh, alright, kid, I won’t go,” I groaned, rubbing my belly to soothe it. I knew the baby didn’t have ears or feet or even a heartbeat yet but I still felt it necessary to talk to him. Or her. ...