I think we may be near being done?
Unintended pregnancies had just been a fact between Maggie and Davy. They'd never been careful, and had welcomed each surprise happily, fully, and willfully. She'd been lucky to find someone as willing to add to his clan as Davy, but it hadn't been until that was all taken away from her that Maggie had become damn near obsessed with never becoming pregnant again. There was no life for children in this war zone between the living and the dead.
"I'm sure," Maggie says, still smiling down at the little baby. He is sweet and soft. Maggie holds him well, and she knows to hand him over before her arms lock up and she begins to cry over not having her own children. Babies hurt, but toddlers are worse- toddlers are what Sofia would have been by now. She misses the rest of her children deeply, but the crime of Sofia dying is much deeper in her heart. Sofia hadn't even gotten a chance to live. "I'll get to work on those clothes."