GROWING
POV: Sofia --- Pregnancy was strange. Not bad—strange. The way my body changed. The way Antonio looked at me now, like I was something precious. The way people treated me differently, softer, like I might break. I wasn't going to break. I'd survived too much for that. "You're glowing," Sasha said when she came to visit. She was pregnant too, a few months ahead of me, and we'd bonded over morning sickness and strange cravings and husbands who hovered too much. "So are you." "Liar. I look like a whale." "A beautiful whale." She laughed, and we sat in the garden, drinking herbal tea, watching the light change. "Are you scared?" she asked. "Terrified." "Me too." She put her hand on her belly. "What if I'm not good at this? What if I screw it up?" "You won't." "How do you know?"
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