Taylor, you're crazy! You can't just have some random man's child and expect the child support money to pay for your mom's surgery", Selena exclaimed after hearing her friend's plan.
"He's not some random man, ok? He's a billionaire's son who will inherit millions someday. And he's not that bad looking, so my baby won't be ugly, that's for sure", Taylor reasoned.
"Who are you and what have you done with Taylor? This is not a good idea. And just think of the life of your baby then with a crappy father", Selena said. She never expected her friend to say this.
"I don't want to do this, ok? If I had other options I would use them but I don't and time is running out", Taylor breathed out. She was holding back tears at this point.
Selena paused a moment before she spoke. "I understand why you're doing this. I'll support you if you do but I'm warning you, this isn't going to turn out pretty. When are you planning on... conceiving the child?".
"Since there's a party we have to work at tomorrow and rich people drink too much I thought I'd lead him on and make him feel like it was his idea to sleep with me. Hopefully I get pregnant. Gosh, never thought I'd say that", Taylor explained.
"Are you ovulating tomorrow? And what if he insists on using protection", asked Selena. She wanted to make sure her friend had her plan thought out carefully before impregnating herself.
"Yes, I'm ovulating on Saturday. I checked my app. And if he wants to use protection I'll just say he doesn't have to because I'll say I'm on the pill and we all know that men hate using protection", answered Taylor.
Selena sighed. "Alright girl. I hate to say it, but your plan is making a little more sense now. But only a little. And I'll help if you need it under one condition: can I be the godmother?" Selena pleaded over the phone.
Taylor laughed. "Yes, you can be the godmother. As long as my plan works, at least".
Taylor hung up shortly after and immediately fell asleep, planning her idea.
The next day, Taylor woke up and made her mom breakfast.
"Good morning mama", Taylor said, bringing in a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk.
"Thank you honey", Andrea said weakly.
Andrea started on her breakfast when she noticed Taylor not eating. "Are you going to eat, Taylor? You've got to be starving".
Taylor gave her mom a fake smile. "No, I'm ok Mom. Don't worry about me", comforted Taylor.
"But you love breakfast. Are you stressed or something?". Andrea may be sick but she knew her daughter well enough to know something was wrong.
Taylor took a deep breath. "A little. But don't worry, it's just work related".
Andrea gave her daughter a small smile. "Ok then. You're such a hard worker".
Taylor smiled, kissing her mom's temple. She was so nervous for the day that nausea nagged at her stomach. "I've got to go to work now. Bye, I love you".
"Love you too", Andrea said with a crinkled smile.
Taylor hopped into her broken down car and backed out, her stomach in flips. It was crazy for her to think that by the end of the night she might have a growing fetus in her uterus. She hadn't even thought about what she'd do when her belly grew and she started showing. Let alone how she'd tell her mother.
