I couldn't be pregnant.
I went back to the living room to see Mia making coffee. I plopped on the seat and groaned loudly.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not really, no."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.
I paused and glanced at my stomach. It was still as flat as ever. I didn't see any reason to think a baby was growing in there.
"You don't really think I'm pregnant, do you?" I asked.
I needed to hear her say it. It'd make me feel better.
"Uh…," she paused, glancing at me.
"What do you want me to say?"
"That I'm not pregnant, Tara!" I snapped.
"You're not pregnant, Mia," she repeated.
I was wrong. It didn't make me feel better, rather, it made it worse. Her tone told me she didn't believe a word of what she said, which made me wonder if I truly was pregnant like she thought.
"Thanks, Tara. That makes me feel much better."
She smiled. "I aim to please."
I rolled my eyes. She didn't catch the sarcasm.
