The Matriarch's Choice

Martha closed her eyes, with a distant look. "No need. I know my own body."

Dominic stepped closer, putting the fruit away. "Don't you want to see your great-grandchild someday?"

Martha gave a dry laugh. "If you'd tried a little harder, I wouldn't still be waiting to see even a hint of a child."

Dominic pressed his lips together and sat down beside her. "Go get checked at the hospital tomorrow. If