He agreed with a slight smile. “Have you considered counselling? I know some very good people...”
“No.” Edward and I chimed in at the same time.
“I mean...I don’t feel comfortable with many people and I’d prefer to talk to you. But I don’t want to talk about the addiction or anything else from before.”
“Before what?”
“The pregnancy. All I know now is that I’m feeling things that I don’t care for.”
“Such as?”
“Fear.”
“Surely you realise that fear is perfectly normal.”
“I’m afraid of the babies.”
He smiled again, this time with pity in his eyes. “Isabel, it’s normal for you to feel afraid. You have no guarantees in childbirth or child rearing that all will go smoothly. You have no guarantees in life...”
“That’s not why I’m afraid.”
“She doesn’t trust them,” Edward volunteered.
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