Jacob
. . .
I don't want to Nadia's her feelings, Lord knows I don't. Honestly. But my baby definately needs a little prep talk.
Good or bad.
I take a deep breaths, revving up everything I've been bottling up inside over the past few weeks. I decide starting slowly is the best way.
"Okay, first, look at you." I tell her, guesturing toward her dark, deeply-bagged eyes. She throws a confused look at me as she feels all around her delicate face with her hands, the veins popping up in long, unrecognizable lumps.
Wait, I can't do this..
So I stop.