From there the only fear that lingered was the abnormality of her pregnancy.
Camille wasn’t sure if she was lucky or cursed to be having an accelerated pregnancy as what she’d hoped would at least be six months became a strong three. Maybe.
“Darling, I know it’s scary.” Camille breathed erratic as she looked at her belly. “No, it’s not scary, it’s just…look. This can’t be normal. It’s happened twice.” The first time cute. A pop as one would define it and had been her first real swell that didn’t look like she’d just been eating good.
But the second time? She went from looking eighteen weeks to twenty five weeks. A big jump she’d thought until now. Trying to eat, she’d felt pain and thought something was wrong, until after she felt a rush come over her that felt not only powerful, but
