Peelle
I feel bad for Mateo whenever Alita wakes up. They knocked her out and we went on our way back onto our private plane to head home. She’ll wake up at some point during this flight and when she does, I guarantee it’s not going to be pretty.
Mom sits near her and plays with her hair and will randomly make remarks about how happy she is that we finally found her.
I ask Mateo, “Do you know how far along she is?”
He shakes his head, “She didn’t talk to me much. We were more like acquaintances. If I had to guess I would say four months… maybe five.”
Mom says, “Her baby is going to be so close to the girl’s age.”
I nod in acknowledgement and Mateo says, “You have kids?”
“Twins, my brother and I have the same mate and we had our girls, Hope and Faith, five months ago.”
“That’s amazing. I wonder if Alita is pregnant with one or two.”
