"I'm pregnant," Trixie whispered to herself, she had lost count of the number of times she had stood in front of the same mirror and each time a different version of herself seemed to be reflected back. The scared Nurse, fiancée, the alcoholic, the broken woman, the strong woman, the wife, and now the mother.
"I'm pregnant," she said the words a little louder this time, they became more real which each syllable.
"I'm pregnant," at the third utterance of the words her hands instinctively rested on her stomach, a life was growing there.
"Say it again," Trixie looked back up to the mirror and noticed her reflection was no longer alone. She locked eyes with Christopher's in the mirror as she said the words for a forth time.
"I'm pregnant," this time the words echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls, filling every corner with joy. Christopher's hands joined Trixie's on her stomach as they stood in silence, both staring at the best versions of themselves in the mirror.