Sasha didn't seem offended by her words. Maybe she had gotten used to her harshness. Instead of getting angry, she offered something unexpected to Medeia. "Miss Medeia, do you want to feel my baby? I think my baby will like you?"
Medeia froze at the unexpected offer. She glanced at Sasha, then at her belly. The idea of touching someone's pregnant stomach felt foreign to her.
What was she supposed to feel? Would it be weird?
It had been so long since she was pregnant, so she had forgotten that feeling entirely.
"I … don't think that's necessary," Medeia said. "Babies don't like me. They probably cry when I'm around."
"Really?" Sasha looked at her in disbelief, but it was nothing more than a mockery. "The last time I checked, all the kids from your village love you. Jeremy can't even stop bragging about the train toy you gave him."
