Lucille

Pregnant.

With child.

I stared down at the small stick as a cascade of emotions I’d never before allowed myself to feel surged through me. I’d never thought it was possible to experience such an overwhelming array of feelings for someone I hadn’t yet met.

Love.

Devotion.

Fear.

Concern.

One and all were bombarding me at once.

Was it normal to worry about someone who you’d yet to meet? ...