End Game
Emily GoodwinContemporaryFirst-Person POVGoodgirlPregnant
His knee gets me in the gut and I gasp from pain.
“Did I hurt the baby, Aunt Winnie?” he asks, blue eyes wide with fear.
“No, it takes more than that to hurt her,” I assure him. After the doorknob incident, I know.
“You have to be careful,” Wes tells him. “That’s your cousin in there. Give her a few years and then you two can play.”
“I don’t want to play with a girl.” Jackson makes a face. “Girls are gross, and I like boy stuff!” He jumps back off me and pretends to shoot things.