"Is everything alright?"
"Oh yeah..er...I love the pearls Ryan got me this time."
“Diya, what is it? You are fretting.”
“Well am going to the hospital, there is something wobbly in my uterus. You know, you can never be woman enough till you are a mother.”
She pulled her close and kissed her in the mouth.
They looked into each other’s eyes and she touched her pale cheeks getting back their colour and pushed a stray lock behind her ears. She remained in her arms for a long, long time.
“Should I drive you?”
“No I’ll manage.”
After a pause,
And she hid her face in her breast.
[Woman to woman fiction on Women's Day]