Nothing happened. Jim, suddenly terrified of what he'd done, remained perfectly still. Maybe she didn't feel it. His tiny body was weak, shrinking by the minute, his little muscles certainly no match for hers.
Tifa held her breath for a few seconds, and closed her eyes. Then she took a deep breath, and slowly marched off to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She undressed slowly, folding her clothes neatly atop the hamper lid: Jeans, T-shirt, panties, bra. She sighed, and sat on the toilet.
"I would have made something great out of you," Tifa said aloud. "You would have been a fantastic, irresistible girl. But you don't want that new life. And I'm not going to force it on you."
She took another deep breath, held it, and pushed. In precisely the way that a pregnant woman shouldn't. And she waited, while the hormone balance in her body changed, until the cramps came, until that first contraction spread through her body.
Floating nearly free in an ocean of amniotic fluid, the intense pressure hardly hurt Jim at all. But it wasn't until the second contraction that he understood at last: Tifa wasn't bluffing.
The miscarriage had started, and now there was nothing that Jim, Tifa, or anybody else could do about it.
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Mon May 28 02:46:30 2001