Chapter 23: Trouble at Home

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Finals are next month and I'm stressing out like crazy. Trying to study, get exercise, and keep a steady part time job at the animal clinic is hard. I'm getting sicker by the second, or at least it feels that way. I haven't told my mom yet, but I'm going to soon. She'll be home in 30 minutes, so I'll ask her then.

"Mylly Moose! Can you come down here?! You have a letter from Manchester Uni!" I heard my mom yell up the stairs. I ran downstairs and over to the parlour in our house. I went up to her grabbing the letter and read over it.

"I got in!" I screamed doing a happy dance. My hugged me close to her. That's when I realised I needed to ask her.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" I pulled back from our hug with a serious look on my face.

"Of course sweetie. What is it?" she asked.

"Well, I've been getting sick a lot lately and it's not helping me with my already hectic nerves about finals. I don't want to throw up in the middle of any of my exams," I expressed to her sitting down on the couch. She sat next to me and looked at me with concern, worry, and sorrow.

"Honey. When was the last time you and Stiles, you know, did it?" she asked laying her hand on my knees.

"Before he left to go back to school," I whispered.

"Have you been getting your period since then?" she questioned. I shook my head no. How can I have missed the fact that I haven't been getting my period. I stood up and started pacing.

"I can't be pregnant. What if Stiles doesn't want anything to do with this? Oh god Stiles. How am I going to tell him? What if he doesn't want me anymore?" I started babbling.

"Mylia, we don't know for sure if you are pregnant. We'll have you take a test tomorrow at the hospital after school. I'll let your uncle Deaton know that you won't be going in tomorrow. I'm sure Stiles will understand and stay with you as well as being apart of this baby's life, ok." My mom consoled me pulling me into another hug while I cried in her arms.

"Aren't you mad at me for not being safe and using protection?" I asked with mascara streaks running down my cheeks.

"No. The fact that you are willing to understand your mistakes. Yes I'm upset that you and Stiles didn't take the extra precaution to use protection, but I'm not mad. You're almost an adult anyways. I can't keep you from flying any longer," she told me. I hugged her again crying even harder.

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