ESTELLE

“Tell me, Dr. Scott. Am I dying?” Ominous, I asked. I went to his office personally as soon as he said the result was ready.

“No, dear. You’re healthy. All you need is Iron and folic acid supplements.”

“Supplements?” My heart skipped a beat. My gut churned.

“Yes. Congratulations. You’re pregnant.” He beamed at me while I was struck with a myriad of emotions. I didn’t know what to do with them.

“Oh, my God.” I stared incredulously at my doctor while my hand flew to my abdomen. It was still flat, but a tiny human was growing in there. “I am pregnant.”

I choked back the bile rising...