Canada

Allison’s POV

“Welcome to my humble abode, babes,” Tasha said, as she unlocked the door to her apartment. “I hope you don't find it too stuffy.”

“Stuffy?” I huffed, surveying the warm beauty of the minimalistic aesthetic of the room. “This is gorgeous and elegant not stuffy. You did a great job on the decor.”

“Right? My fiancé also helped. He owns an interior I decoration company.” She explained, to which I nodded in understanding.

“That explains it then.”

I was finally in Canada, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me and my baby.

Yes, I had eventually decided to keep it, as I couldn't bring myself to get rid of something that was growing inside me.

“Once again, thank you so much for your help and kindness, Tasha. I really appreciate it. You saved my life and I will definitely repay you soon.” I vowed, and she smiled.

“When will you stop thanking me, Allie? It makes me feel like we're strangers. You are my best friend and I'll always have your back no matter what