A housewife with several kids

"Tasha...you mean Latasha Monroe?"

Sarah nodded and looked at Tom for a moment. "Yeah, Benjamin's wife, the stay-at-home mom with the 5 kids across the way." The Monroe family had moved in around the same time as they had so it wasn't too much of a stretch to say that they were good friends. Sarah often helped her with the kids and Tom had become close with Benjamin to the extent that they went fishing with each other. It was odd for a moment, a younger black man and a slightly older white man doing things together, but neither paid any attention to them. Plus, the kids had a great time hanging out in their larger yard during cookouts and swim meets (Tom had even paid for a pool for the purpose of giving them a place to hang out during the summer.)

"I mean, I love them both dearly but isn't that a bit much...going from no kids to suddenly being in a household of 7?"

Sarah nodded again but sighed, Tom was trying to feel his way around her decision, something she respected, but her mind was made up. "That's the point of the coin, isn't it? When I was Marcia right now...I mean, it took a lot of focus and will to remember that I wasn't really her. I figure if I didn't really fight it as much, I could easily live as Tasha for a few weeks."

Tom blinked at that. "A few weeks...?"

She shrugged. "Can't just pop in and out, could I?" She paused before sighing and patted him on the hand. "But you're right...I wouldn't know what I'm getting myself into by jumping feet first into it." She looked at him. "I mean, what do you think I should do?"

Tom tilted his head from side to side slowly before he shook his head and looked at her. "A few weeks..."

"I know you're scared, Tom, but it's something I've always wanted to try. Plus, we adore the family and they love us back. It won't be too hard to adjust, at least for the time, and it'll be over before you know it." She placed a hand on her body and he nodded. Ever since the notion of having kids being kicked out due to her infertility, she had wondered about being a mother (partially why she took to Tasha so quickly, he suspected) and now, with the coin, she could experience motherhood and carrying a baby too.

"How along is she?"

"She's about 7 months. Long enough to be a near problem but not enough to pop."

Tom sighed, squeezing his wife's hand, before he reached down and took the coin into his hand.