Chapter 5

I collapsed into Victoria’s embrace, my body racked with sobs as I clung to her like a lifeline. "I'm pregnant, oh God, I'm pregnant," I wailed, my voice shattered by despair.

Victoria’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I surrendered to the anguish that had been building inside me. My tears soaked into her dress, my body trembling with the weight of my grief.

"I shouldn't be, I shouldn't be, I cant be, no… no, Vic do something," I moaned, my voice cracking with each word. "I'm not ready, I'm not ready to be a mother."

Victoria’s hands stroked my hair, her touch gentle and comforting, but I couldn't be consoled. I was consumed by the fear of the unknown, the terror of being trapped in a life I wasn't prepared for.

"I shouldn’t be ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do?"

The words were a lament, a cry of despair from a soul torn apart by the revelation. I felt like my world was crumbling around me, like everything I thought I knew was being ripped away.

Victoria held me close, her own tears falling as she whispered words of comfort in my ear. But even her embrace couldn't stem the tide of my sorrow. I was about to be a mother, yet I feel like a child, lost and alone, crying out for someone to save me from this nightmare.

In that moment, I was a vessel of pure anguish, a heart shattered by the weight of my own fears. And as I wept, I knew that I would never be the same again.

Victoria’s voice was laced with empathy as she asked the question that pierced my soul. "Who owns the child, Khloe?" Her eyes were filled with a deep sadness.

I felt a lump form in my throat, my vision blurring as I struggled to speak. My mind raced back to the fateful night, the memories I had tried so hard to suppress. The pain and shame came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing over me.

I took a deep breath, the words sticking in my throat like a bitter pill. "Its co….plicated" I stammered, my voice barely audible.

Victoria’s face contorted in anguish, her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh, Victoria," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry”

I felt a single tear roll down my cheek, the only sign of the torrent of grief inside me. I had thought I was numb, that I had cried out all my tears. But Victoria’s kindness and compassion had unlocked the floodgates, and I felt myself drowning in a sea of sorrow.

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of my shame and regret. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the horror that had become my life.

“Get up Mirabel and face it, you cant keep on crying like this”

I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the tiny pink plus sign on the pregnancy test. My mind raced as I tried to process the news. Pregnant. The word echoed in my thoughts like a drumbeat.

At first, denial swept over me like a wave. "No, no, no," I whispered, shaking my head. But deep down, I knew. I had suspected it for weeks, but fear and uncertainty had held me back from confronting the truth.

With a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and faced the truth. I was pregnant, and I would keep this child. The decision was made in an instant.

As I stood there, a sense of determination and purpose washed over me. I would be a mother, and I would love this little one with every fiber of my being. The journey ahead would be uncertain, but I was ready to face it head-on.

With a newfound sense of strength, I whispered to myself, "I've got this." And with that, I began my journey into motherhood, ready to embrace the challenges and joys that lay ahead.

As I stood there, trying to process my thoughts, Victoria’s voice snapped me back to reality. "Aren't you going to tell the father of the baby?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

I took a deep breath, knowing that this conversation was inevitable. "I don't know, Victoria" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not even sure if I'm ready to face him right now and like I said the other time, it’s very complicated between us."

Victoria nodded understandingly. "Well, you can't put it off forever, you have no choice" she said gently. "He has a right to know, and besides, he might be more supportive than you think, just tell him about it first and his response will determine your next action ."

I thought that she might be right, but the thought of telling him still made my stomach twist with anxiety. What if he didn't want the baby? What if he didn't want me?

But Victoria's words of encouragement echoed in my mind, and I knew I had to take the leap. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Hey, we need to talk," I wrote, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside me.