Mal's eyebrow rose up into her forehead. Was she really hearing this? Did Mari expect her to go do some crazy operation now just so she could say she could have children? And adoption? Ew! Who the hell wanted someone else's kid in their house? It was like picking up old dogs from the street. They already had their own way of living out there. What was the point of bringing them inside now? Mal was basically appalled by Mari, and she pulled her hand away from hers.
"They're sure, Maribel. They're doctors. Of course, they're sure. They said my uterus was like inverted or something." She frowned at her. The real Mal was coming back out of hiding, her voice dripping with contempt and getting higher and higher. "Besides, I don't want to have children. I don't want to adopt. I don't want to have some fake baby coming out of another woman's womb. I want to have the ability to have my own. Don't you understand? This puts me at a disadvantage. You can have as many babies as you want, but everything I try to do will come up as high risk. Why should you be all fine and dandy and have babies and not me? What makes you so special?"