An urge takes over and I lean back. My stomach is still flat and I don’t feel weird. "Hi, maybe baby," I start out loud. "I don’t know if you are here or not, but I’m sorry. No child should be raised in a war, the world is not ready for you. You might think I am weak for not doing this or even telling Sirius about this, but it will complicate things more. I can’t hide and to be honest, I don’t want to be pregnant and I hope you are not in here," I rub over my belly, having fantasies about a future that won’t happen.