For the past few days, I had been feeling some nausea and dizziness, but I hadn't told anyone yet. Later, while I was making dinner in the kitchen with Lua's help, the dizziness hit again. I lowered my head and held onto the cabinet, and Lua grabbed my arm, noticing I almost fell.
“Calm down, hon, are you okay?” she asked.
“Just dizziness. It's gone now,” I said, taking a deep breath. She handed me a glass of water, and I drank it.
“Feeling better?”
“Yes.”
“The last time I felt this, I was pregnant,” she said, and I looked at her, startled.
“No, I’m not.”
“Uh-huh. The last time you had s*x, did you use a c****m?”
“No…”
“Oh no?”
“Damn… I didn’t take the pill.”
“It’s okay, girl; we’ll both be pregnant.”
“No, it’s a misunderstanding, Lua…”
“I have a test in the room. Let’s go do
