Ezra
We watched intently as Dr. Marshall moved the machine over Misha's stomach. The dead silence was deafening. An image of black and white came onto the screen. Dr. Marshall sighed as he watched the screen.
"Normally this would be great news, but I am sorry that I have to say this, but you are about eight weeks pregnant. " He said.
Misha whimpered as the news registered. My heart broke as tears ran down his cheeks again. He cried silently as the doctor continued to explain the perfect health of the unborn child. The appointment was completed with us barely hearing what was said.
Misha was silent until we reached my bedroom.
"I know that I shouldn't ask this of you but, you are the only one that I have now. Will you help me with Skittles? " Misha asked me.
"Skittles?"
"The b
