"Why are you so downcast?" Hope Williams tilted her head, glancing at Aria Richardson, who was bowing her head and touching her belly.
"I'm a bit worried..."
"Worried about what?"
"Worried about everything."
What if I'm pregnant?
What if I'm not pregnant?
What if I've got a terminal illness?
Hope laughed, knowing she was overthinking, "We're almost there, cheer up. Maybe there's a baby in your belly, be happy."
"Really?"
Hope nodded, "Really."
Aria felt an inexplicable sourness in her nose, pursing her lips and nodding.
The car arrived at the hospital.
The doctor examining Aria looked quite experienced.
With Hope's reassurance, Aria gradually calmed down, but her heart was still on edge when she went in for the examination.
She was tense and apprehensive.
She was afraid of hoping too much for a child, only to have it end the same way as last time.
After the examination, Hope accompanied Aria as they sat outside waiting for the results, with Aria fidgeting in her seat.
