"Don’t tell me. Because it doesn’t matter what you say." She wiped the backs
of her hands against her eyes to dry them. "Because I’m not going to abort my
son. That’s too easy. That’s the coward’s way out. For me. For me right now.
That’d be shedding weight to feel like I was in control. I’m not
fourteen, I’m not Breena living without money on the streets. I want this baby. I want John’s son. I let myself get out of control with John, and I
want to keep the lack of control with our son." She touched her hands to her
belly. "I wanted the best for him. The best isn’t perfection. The best is him."
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "Peter?"