Miss Lula blinked in surprise before answering, "I can't answer that question. It's impossible to know how long labor will last or whether you'll experience pain due to your special... ummm... circumstances. All I can say is that it will hurt, but I'll help you get through it."
She walked toward me, stopping inches away. She leaned close, sniffing a delicately smelling sweet fragrance emanating from me before asking, "Would you care to share any other thing with the class?"
Class? It was only Tristan and I sitting and listening to you, ma'am.
Embarrassment flooded through me.
How embarrassing! And totally unnecessary, considering nobody else smelled anything different besides roses.
Tristan snickered behind clenched teeth as he noticed my embarrassment, which sent waves of guilt and chills racing down my spine.
