After I had made my peace with my expected departure after the baby was born, I decided to focus on the bright side. After all, I would always have a place to look back to, people whom it warmed my heart to think of.
“Rosalie, it isn’t that bad!” Georgia laughed as I stared at the green goop that had been given for me to eat.
“Do I have to eat that?” I replied, wide-eyed, as I let it drop from the spoon back into the bowl. I looked up at Vicky and Georgia, bewildered at the amusement they found in the situation.
“Estrella said it’s a protein pudding, and filled with nutrients—”
“But so is real food,” I protested in a voice only I could hear. I put the bowl down and picked up the orange juice sitting on the tray. “Am I not allowed to have real food? Bacon, eggs– something.”
Georgia burst into laughter again, shaking her head. “You’d better listen, Vicky. Rosalie is the pregnant one, and she knows what her body wants.”
