My eyes widen, choking on my saliva. Mrs. Smith chuckles and pats my back.  

I drink the water a waitress brings before turning back to the doctor

" Excuse me?" 

Is this woman crazy? I don't even like babies at all and now she wants me to carry one? No way. Ava, you can't. 

" I don't even like kids," I tell her straight up,

" You don't have to like them to carry one, sweetie," She says, her voice so calm as though she did not drop a bomb for me to digest. 

" Why should I do that, Doc, I already told you, I'm leaving this city as...