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Anne

I stared wild-eyed at my mum as if she pulled off her clothes and started running around naked.

“I told the doctor to keep it discreet. I didn’t know how you’d feel about it or what you’d do with the information,” mum said, rubbing her palms together in anxiousness.

It was not just about knowing how I’d feel. I knew my mum was disappointed in me. I did the same thing she protected me against. The major reason I was prohibited, banned from getting a boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, mum,” I choked out, covering my mouth to suppress my cries.

“Shh! It’s okay sweetie,” she said, coming over and wrapping her arms around me.

I’d just entered my room after seeing Vincent and had laid on my bed when mum told me she needed to tell me something.

Somehow, I knew what she was going to say before she did. I’d felt it that time I was alone in Vincent’s room. Nausea, restlessness, and everything I felt right before that call.

I am pregnant. One month pregnant.

This meant I was two weeks pregnant