009. Months (Medea)

Nine months. Three fourths of a year. In the grand scheme of things it wasn't that long. But it was the amount of time that it took Medea to go from 'Single woman' to 'wedded mother'.

It'd started out quick. They hadn't even gotten off the honeymoon when she started throwing up after eating food. Well, there you go. Two weeks married, and she was two weeks pregnant.

It was hard to deal with, at first. But she had a wonderful man at her side who was tickled pink to be expecting a child. David was such a good man.

So, the first month went past, and the second. Meddy finally started showing around the third month. No matter how much weight she would gain, however, David wouldn't be affected. She wasn't fat. She was carrying their child.

So she grew, as did their child, and they were finally able to get their first glimpse of the baby in an ultrasound. No gender known, that was their choice. But the baby was strong and healthy, of a good weight. A perfect, beautiful baby growing inside her.

She'd wake up some nights, Dave's head on her stomach. He told her once that she'd given him everything he'd ever wanted. He'd never expected to be married, nor have a child. She'd given him that. Such a wonderful man.

Her body grew, and the time was at hand. She could feel the little person inside her moving, kicking, living. It was amazing.

Nine months to create a human being. To discover a new identity.