The miscarriage broke her completely , and the fact that she could never bear a child added fuel to it . She lived everyday but her soul was dead . Within these 2 months she had connected to her baby , a way no one could ever think of . Though not hungry she would eat on time everyday for her baby . She knew all the pranks he committed in her womb . She knew how he called her "Mamma !" She knew his every little move . She talked to him for hours telling how his mamma and papa are waiting desperately to meet thier little baby . Her baby's heartbeat was something she lived for .
It was evening when the doorbell rang . He stood holding a little baby in his arms smiling at her .
" Won't you call me in ? "
She let him in and closed the door , confused .
" Who's baby is this ? Why is she here ?"
" Its our baby . Yes , your and mine . I can see everything but I can't see your face without its million dollar smile . I can see everything but I can't imagine our room without your giggles . I can see everything but can't see you broken . Is it necessary that a baby from your womb having our blood will make you a mother . No, sweetheart !
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