MERCY LOOKED AROUND HER room in wonder for the umpteenth time since she'd been shown to it. Jim had done a good job arranging it for herself and the baby.
The baby in question slept tucked in his cot. Jim's word had been true concerning his unborn baby's things, there were more than enough for Willie, who she considered a very lucky baby. The blankets, socks, shoes, cloths, bed sheets...name them, were all in shades of blue and of top quality. Mercy couldn't help the feeling of pity that overwhelmed her at that moment; the poor family had apparently been expecting a baby boy.
Mercy sighed wearily and pushed her mind to the issue of her completing her final year program in Psychology at the University of Calabar, a topic she was dreading having to broach to Jim because she reasoned she should have told him earlier.