Gemotions

"…a son, Ethan…" Amelia reread the sentence. Her mouth formed a small, awestruck "o". This information had come completely out of the blue. Amelia laughed, an almost manic sound, bubbling up from deep within her.

She felt a tingling in her fingers, an urge to *create*. The thought of a son sparked something powerful within her. Amelia immediately grabbed her laptop.

The apartment suddenly felt too small. She had to move, to *do*. She started sketching on a notepad, her pen moving across the page with lightning speed, creating the perfect image of a house.