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“Din pregnant”
The worsh hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I stared at the fourth text strip in my trembling hand. This couldn’t be happening
Panic crawled up my spine. My parents would lose it.
Thad enough on my te already. Missing a period wasn’t a big deal for me, so I didn’t think much of it at first. But when 1 started eating more and my jeans teh tighter, Caroline had insisted I take a test
And now here I was sitting on the toilet, whispering to myself, “What am I going to do?”
My art school entrance exam was next week. This was the kind of curveball I couldn’t afford.
A knock on the door jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts. I scrambled to my feet, pulling up my shorts. Stufting the text strips into a ck stic bag. I quickly tossed it into the trash and double checked the bathroom for evidence
“Celine, get out! It’s my turn!” Jesse’s voice cut through the door.
1 let out a shaky breath. At least it wasn’t Mom. Gripping the doorknobs, I took a moment topose myself before unlocking it.
Jesse shoved past me as soon as I opened the door. “Were you giving birth in there or what?”
I didn’t answer. Her voice was as grating as ever
Jesse was the golden child, studying medicine at NYU, the one my parents showered with attention and pride. Meanwhile, I
was the disappointment who had to work two jobs just to get by
1 folded my arms as I watched her. “You didn’t need to yell”
She shed me a middle finger before mming the door in my face
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from snapping back. My hands balled into fists at my sides. She’s not worth it
“Batch.” I mumbled under my breath, turning toward the kitchen.
My mom’s sharp voice echoed through the house as I walked in. She was on the phone, scolding Monroe again about a gas cylinder at her food canteen
At the dining table, breakfast wasid out like a fast
Every dish was Jesse’s favorite. Either she had big news to share, or Mom was doing her usual over the top routine to please her perfect daughter.
I grabbed a grape and popped it into my mouth. Mom’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing in silent disapproval
I rolled my eyes and kept chewing
“What’s this?” Jesse’s voice came from behind me, and my stomach droppest
I turned slowly, my heart pounding. She was holding a test strips
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9:06 pm B BBB
My blood ran cold. *Why the hell was she digging in the trash?*
“What is that, Jesse?” Mom asked, stepping into the room, her phone still pressed to her ear.
Her face froze when she saw the strip. The person on the other end of the call faintly called her name, but she ended it without another word.
“Where… where did you get that?” Mom’s voice trembled, her expression shifting from confusion to suspicion.
“From the trash can in the bathroom,” Jesse said casually, as if she wasn’t about to blow up my entire life.
All eyes turned to me. My throat tightened, and I instinctively took a step back.
“Celine, don’t tell me this is yours,” Jesse said, though her tone already held the answer she wanted.
“No, it can’t be,” Mom interjected, shaking her head like she could erase the possibility. “It must be a prank. Someone’s ying a prank again.”
“Mom, it’s obvious it’s hers,” Jesse said, her voice cool and cutting. “She was in the bathroom this morning. Plus…” She gave me a smug nce. “I noticed she’s been gaining weight.”
I wanted to scream, but the words wouldn’te. Jesse didn’t even give me a chance to defend myself.
Three years had passed since that awful day, but the memory of their judgment still stung.
When Mom found out, she didn’t waste a second throwing me out of the house. My dad didn’t intervene. <b>Jesse </b>stood by with a smirk as I begged to stay.
If it weren’t for Caroline, I don’t know where I’d be. Her family took me in, and she even found me a job that I could manage until I gave birth. Because yes, I kept the baby.
It wasn’t an easy decision, but I don’t regret it. My son is my joy, my strength, my everything.
“Caesar, stop running! You might fall!” I called after him, my voice echoing down the hotel hallway.
His <b>giggles </b>rang out<b>, </b>bright and carefree. Despite numerous warnings from my coworkers, I’d had no choice but to bring him to work again.
“You’re going to get fired for this, Celine,” ke said <b>as </b>we foldedundryter that morning.
“I know<b>,</b>” I admitted, ncing at Caesar, who <b>was </b>fast asleep on a nket I’did out on the floor. <b>“</b>But I don’t have anyone <b>else </b>to watch him.”
“What about your mom?<b>” </b>ke asked cautiously.
I froze<b>, </b>gripping the <b>towel </b>in my hands. “She wants nothing to do with me,” <b>I </b><b>said </b>after a <b>pause</b><b>. </b>“And I’m not taking my <b>son </b>there just to be insulted.”
<b>ke’s </b>expression softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t <b>realize-</b>”
<b>“</b>It’s not your fault,” <b>I </b>cut in quickly. “My family’s just<b>… </bplicated.”
She set down her sheet and pulled me into a hug. “For what it’s worth, you’re doing an amazing job, Celine. <b>Caesar’s </b><b>lucky </b>to <b>have </b>you.”
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9:06 pm
Her words brought <b>a </b>small smile to my face<b>. </b>“Thank you, ke.<b>” </b>
But keeping <b>Caesar </b>out of sight was <b>easier </b>said than done.
“Caesar, mommy’s getting mad-“I panted <b>as </b>I chased him down the hallway again. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to-”
The elevator doors slid open just as he ran toward them. A man and a woman stepped out, and Caesar collided straight into the man’s legs.
“Caesar!” <b>I </b>called, rushing to his side.
I knelt beside him, checking for bruises, but he was fine–just startled.
Letting out a breath of relief, I looked up to apologize to the couple. The words died on my lips when I met the man’s gaze<b>. </b>
Piercing blue eyes stared back at me, freezing me in ce.
They were the most striking eyes I’d ever seen.
And they looked exactly like Caesar’s.
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