Addicted to You

"It's Not Meant To Be..."

I come out of the bathroom, test in hand, and look at my mom with a mix of shock, fear, and panic. "Oh my god, Mom...I'm pregnant!"

My mom's eyes widen in utter shock, her face pale and her mouth agape. She takes a step back, like she's been hit by a ton of bricks, and her voice is barely a whisper. "Leia...oh my...how...how did this happen?"

I start to freak out, feeling like my world is crashing down around me. "I don't know, Mom! We were so careful, I swear! This can't be happening!"

My mom's shock gives way to disbelief, and she shakes her head, like she's trying to clear the cobwebs. "Leia...we need to sit down...this...this can't be real..."

I start to sob uncontrollably, feeling like I'm drowning in a sea of uncertainty. My mom tries to grab me, but she's still in shock, and her arms feel limp and weak.

"Leia...oh my god..." she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

We both collapse on my bed, holding each other and crying, our world turned upside down in an instant.

We sit there for what feels like hours, holding each other and crying. My mom's eyes are red, and I can tell she's been crying too. She knew I was taking the test, and she was waiting for the results.

"Leia, sweetie, I was so hoping it would be negative," she says, her voice cracking.

I nod, feeling a lump in my throat.

My mom takes a deep breath and pulls back, looking at me with a determined expression. "Okay, sweetie, we'll get through this. We'll figure it out together."

She gets up and goes to the kitchen, returning with a box of tissues and a glass of water. "Here, drink this. We need to think clearly."

I take a sip, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. My mom sits down next to me and takes my hand. "We'll get through this, Leia. We'll figure out what to do next. We'll make some appointments, and we'll talk to your doctor. We'll get through this together."

I nod, feeling a sense of relief that my mom was here for me.

My mom's expression changes, and she looks at me with a hint of concern. "Leia, we need to think about what to do next. We need to tell your father about this."

I look at her, and my eyes widen in disbelief. "Telling Dad is the last thing on my mind right now, Mom."

My mom's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean? He's your father, Leia. He needs to know."

I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "Timothée is the father, Mom. He needs to know first. I need to tell him."

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I bundle up in my warmest coat and scarf, and my mom drives me to Timothée's house. The car ride was somewhat quiet the whole way there. I was running through my head how I was going to tell Timothée the news.

As we're parked outside Timothée's house, I can't help but start crying again, "How does five minutes change your whole life?" I ask out loud.

My mom looks at me with a knowing expression. "Life, sweetie," she says softly. "Five minutes can change everything. One decision, one moment, one mistake...it can all add up to this."

I cover my eyes and cry, feeling a lump form in my throat. She's right. One night, one mistake, and now I'm here, pregnant and scared.

As we pull up to Timothée's house, I can feel my heart racing with anxiety. What is he going to say? How is he going to react? My mom gives me a reassuring smile and a squeeze on the shoulder. "Go on, sweetie. Go talk to him."