Carrying His Child

Oh God!

Those were the first words that escaped from Hera's lips followed by a tiny gasp as she stared at the test strip in her hands which had visible bold red lines on it. Mariam had bought it for her and had shown her what to do and how to use it. She had wished that what Mariam had told her before was not true but here it was in her hands in plain red.

She was pregnant. She was carrying Bryce's child.

She couldn't help the tears that clouded her vision before dropping off her cheeks like twin rivers. What would she do now? How does she explain this to him? What would he even say about this?

"Hera are you okay in there my child?" Mariam's voice came from outside the door. The more she called out to her, the more she couldn't stop the tears from falling. Bryce would hate her.

"Please come out Hera so that we can figure something out." The older woman pleaded desperately when she heard the subdued sniffs and hiccups that came from inside the bathroom. She didn't need a soothsayer to