MONICA I slept a little, all wrapped up in my first-class-approved blanket. I woke close to landing at the same time of day as I left, chasing the sky from blue to yellow. The city below was grey, blanketed in thick brown smog, and we were descending right into it. I hadn’t been dreaming, but when I woke, my mind was in mid-question. What would it be like to be pregnant? Would I be sick? Active? What could I eat? Could I fly? Could I fuck? I didn’t even have a doctor. I’d just run to the clinic for my last Depo shot. No way I could do that for this pregnancy. Jonathan wouldn’t allow it, and I didn’t want to. I wanted the best, even if I didn’t know what that meant yet. I hustled through baggage and to a taxi stand. If I knew Jonathan, he’d be in bed still, but I wouldn’t make it home before his run. I sat in the back of the cab, tapping my fingers and wondering how much of a surprise I wanted to deliver. I’d snuck back without using any of his staff, so he had no way of knowing I was home.
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