she holds her stomach
swollen and round.
with her yellow skirt billowing out 'round her
"ant," her red lipped smile wavers
"what if this baby doesn't turn out the way.."
"adam will be happy either way, izzi"
"i already miscarried one.."
i cup her cheek in my palm
wiping away her tears
"he'll be happy, angel. you're his girl."