I'm sitting on the chair in the hospital waiting room, fidgeting with my fingers. I am nervous. Ever since Nick came up with the assumption that I might be pregnant, I have emotions. Dante always wanted to have children, and I was willing to fulfill his wish, but in time. Not now. Not now when everything is turned upside down. Not now when I don't know what awaits me in the future. How could I raise a child alone? Where will I work? Will someone hire me knowing that I am pregnant? I don't even know how I will deal with everything that is happening now. How will I manage when I have a child?
I look at Nick, who has given up walking left and right, sitting on the chair next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder with the intention of calming me down.
-Don't worry... Maybe it's not
