My mom looked worried. “Sophia, what’s wrong? Hurry, drive! We need to take her to the hospital.”
“She’s pregnant. We have to be careful.”
“Sweetheart, don’t go to the hospital!”
“Let’s go home!”
The baby’s heartbeat grew louder. I took a deep breath. “I’m not going to the hospital. My house is nearby. I’ll go home and rest.” After that, the pain in my stomach slowly faded.
Before my parents could speak, my brother got upset. “You live in an old building with no elevator and your husband’s job isn’t good. He’s always working late.”
The baby scoffed, “They hate that you married a poor man and embarrassed them.”
My brother said, “I don’t dislike him, but climbing stairs will be hard for you while pregnant and no one will care for you at home. You can stay with us until the baby is born. We have plenty of rooms and your husband can live here too. We’re family and it’s nicer with more people around.”
A warm feeling filled my heart, but I wanted to check something, so I insisted on going home. My parents looked at each other and let me go.
They were going to the hospital for a blood test anyway, so they could drop me off on the way.