I sit on the سوفی, لٹانا with a hint of boredom. I pull back my شرٹ, قمیض and see the bump on my stomach. I did notice it before, but just thought I was getting fat.
I rub my fingers across my stomach, and try to picture the little boy in my womb.
I could try to come up with a name for him. that would give me something to do.
"hey Jake." I shout into the اگلے room.
"What?" he walks into the room with a wrench in his hands.
"What do آپ want to name him?" I look at his face and see little interest.
"I don't know, namings not really my thing."
"What, are آپ saying آپ don't want to name our son?" I can...
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