Girl of Smoke and Glass

by Ana Fluttersby

June Drabble War. Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke. Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.

7. Chapter 7

January 2, 2006.

Their Home

The sound of Carmen vomiting wakes me up. I look at the clock. 6:12 a.m. Time to get up, anyways; I have to get to the market early if I want any fresh, high quality produce.

"Still feeling sick?" I ask, stretching and trying to shake the heaviness of sleep.

Carmen whimpers. "I don´t think this is a hangover, Edward."

"Okay. Let´s go to the hospital, then. Do you think it was all the food from the holidays?"

"No…" she squeaks. "I think I´m pregnant."

…

"Edward?"

"Yes?" I croak, then clear my throat. "Um… are you sure?" I can feel the mixture of panic and exhilaration running through my veins.

"Well, no… hey, you are looking paler than me right now," she says, sitting on the bed next to me. "I know this wasn´t planned, but would it be so bad?"

I hug her. "No, baby, not bad. I actually think I´m happy… it was just unexpected. We have a lot of plans to change." I grin.