Unexpected.

Chapter one: Birds and The Bees.

"Experience is not what happens to you; it's what you do with what happens to you. - Aldous Huxley . "

Chapter one:

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Present day.

September 3rd, 2013. - Sunday night.

I sat there on the cold hard tile of my bathroom floor, knees to my chest, surrounded by not one, not two, not three - but four pregnancy tests.

I rocked back and forth, biting on my bottom lip until I tasted blood.

"Holy shit." I kept whispering to myself over and over again.

"Holy shit!" I shrieked breaking out into a set of new tears.

I picked up the pregnancy test with my trembling hands.

"Positive."

"Fuck you digital pregnancy test." I muttered tossing it beside me.

I sat there on the floor, contemplating on what I was going to do.

"Miyah, sweetie are you okay?" My mom said knocking on my bathroom door.

"Yeah I'm okay! must be food poisoning or the stomach bug." I said clearing my throat.

"Take a hot shower, and head straight to bed, we'll see how you feel tomorrow morning, Goodnight darling."

"Okay, goodnight mom!" I heard my mom shut my bedroom door, I blew out a breath I didn't realizing I was holding.

I shakily got up from my bathroom floor, throwing the pregnancy tests in a bag, I tied it up setting it under my sink, until I can dispose of them.

"Mom, call MTV. I'm about to be a teen mom." I muttered to myself walking out of my bathroom.

I stood in front of my mirror, lifting my shirt up, poking at my belly.

I have a little human growing inside of me.

I'm going to be a mom.

Oh my sweet jesus, I'm going to be a mom!

I can't be a mom, I can barely remember to feed my goldfish.

I can't even take care of myself, let alone another human!

Judy Bloom, didn't prepare me for this.

My dad should have been a little more clear about the "birds and the bees."

Who am I kidding, my dad went red in the face when he tried telling me how sex works, it looked like he was getting the good ol' sex talk instead of me. Let's be real here, the gym teacher off of Mean Girls taught me more than my dad did.

"Don't have sex, you'll get pregnant and die."

I'm making sure my little sister watches Mean Girls everyday until she's thirty, so she'll get the hint.

Aaliyah will definitely be the favorite child, once my parents find out about this.

Oh my god, how do I tell my parents.

"Hey mom, dad breakfast smells great, well I'm pregnant bye!" now that I think about it... that is a pretty decent way to tell my parents, once I do tell my parents, I'll be locked in my room until I'm fifty.

My mind instantly went to the thought of the father.. how will I tell the father?

How do I even find him?

"Hey, so you're going to be a dad! surprise!" This is sounding a lot easier than it should..

There's no doubt in my mind who the father is, after all he is the only guy I've ever slept with.

Prince.

Fucking Prince.

Prince took my virginity, I slept with Prince when I clearly was in no state to think straight and Prince knew that. I absolutely despise Prince, I hate myself for it too but Prince was pretty damn near sober. He knew what he was doing.

There went my hopes of falling in love, and saving myself for marriage.

That fucking Prince!

I was really hoping Channing Tatum would be the father of my child.

Well, that dreams out the window also.