Author of The Starlight Series

“You’re pregnant.”

I lay there on the examining table, feet still in the stirrups position, and let the doctor’s words wash over me.  Four months earlier, I had miscarried at two months; so I was almost afraid to believe the doctor’s words.  There I was, still nineteen years old, married eight months, pregnant for the second time and scared to death.  It was mid-February, and I would be twenty on the twenty-seventh.

“Your baby should come around the fourteenth of September,” Dr. Kemper continued.  “We’ll get you set up with prenatal vitamins and monthly appointments.  Congratulations.”

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