I nodded. It was all becoming real right then, and fear crawled over me. I couldn't do this. I was the last person who should ever be a mom. Babies were fragile, and I was a ... a ... klutz. Forgetful. Undependable. I'd do something wrong, and I couldn't do something wrong with a baby. Tears snatched at my eyes, bubbling up, and my lip trembled. "I can't do this," I said. His eyes grew soft. "Sure, you can. You have me, you know." ----- Coralee Avery...