I sit on the đi văng with a hint of boredom. I pull back my áo sơ mi 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 tiếp theo room.
"What?" he walks into the room with a wrench in his hands.
"What do bạn want to name him?" I look at his face and see little interest.
"I don't know, namings not really my thing."
"What, are bạn saying bạn don't want to name our son?" I can...
continue reading...
