The suffocating sensation of near-death clung to my mind, a constant reminder that in this life, I would make my killers pay.
"Jean?"
Monica's voice brought me back to the present. I still managed a smile. "You can have the baby. The extra Y chromosome means a super tough guy."
Monica looked at me oddly, "But... the doctor said it's best not to..."
"But without this child, Liam wouldn't marry you, right?"
I sighed, "Won't Liam be upset if you abort it?"
Liam and Monica had been together for six years, a relationship marred by infidelity with more than thirty others.
I'd tried to talk some sense into Monica, the hopeless romantic, but she was convinced Liam really loved her.
So, I decided to just wish her well.
It was clear from Monica's expression that she had no intention of aborting the baby.
After we left the hospital, Monica naturally went to the passenger seat of my car.
I stopped her, saying, "I've got some work to do at the office. Why don't you have Liam come get you?"
Monica turned pale and questioned, "What could be more important than taking me home? I'm pregnant."
I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, "You're not pregnant with me."