"Then you write a poem!" Avery Miller said as she ate, glancing at her.
"Hmph, I'm not doing it. I'm not a literary genius; why should I?" she retorted, taking a bite of her food.
"Am I a literary genius?"
"No, you're not," she said, eyes dropping to her lower abdomen, "but you are very likely to be the mother of a literary genius!"
This comment warmed Avery Miller's heart. She freed a hand to touch her slightly swelling belly, smiling with a maternal glow.
Her eyes brimmed with expectation, joy, peace, and hope...
Her gaze upon her stomach left Jessica Wilson, Sarah Wilson, and Ella Jackson utterly astounded.
A poem suddenly came to Sarah Wilson's mind: "The loving mother stitches clothes for her departing son, fearing his return might be delayed. Not even the heart of a tiny blade of grass can repay the warm sunlight of spring."
