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Chapter 1
Mia
“Hi Aidan, guess what? You’re going to be a dad.”
No, that won’t do.
It sounds too forced.
It sounds fake.
If I say it like that, he’s going to think it’s some sort of April Fool’s joke gone wrong, so I need to be better than that. I smooth back my dark hair and force a smile on my face. Then I try again.
“Aidan, remember that really crazy night we had two months ago? That was fun, wasn’t it? You know what’s even more fun? Having a baby! Pretty great, right?”
Only I can’t even finish my sentence because I’m rubbing my belly, staring at myself in the mirror, and I’m crying.
Again.
Fuck.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
What was it supposed to be like, then?
There’s a little voice in my head telling me I should have known better, should have done better. I should have been more careful. I should have watched out for something like this.
I shouldn’t have been so reckless.
Now, at 24, I’m about to be a mom.
And I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
I try practicing my speech for Aidan a few more times, but it’s pointless. Eventually, I’m just going to have to go tell him. He has a right to know. I understand he’s not going to want to marry me or even date me, but that’s okay.
This isn’t about me.
It’s about our baby.
I glance over at the little white plastic stick one more time. It could be wrong, but I know it isn’t. Five more are in the trashcan and they all say the same thing: Mia is pregnant.