Lucille

My parents remained quiet as Roman left our apartments. Once the door closed, Mom came closer and reached for my hand. “I can’t believe you’re really going to have a baby.”

“I know, Mom,” I said, “me either. I’m excited and…” I didn’t finish.

“Frightened?”

I nodded. “When will I stop being concerned?” I laid my hand over my stomach.

“Never,” Dad replied. “I’d like to ...