Chapter 1

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I'm pregnant. I can't believe I'm really pregnant! I don't even know how this happened. In shock and awe I'm staring at the two pink lines on the magic stick. The cold of the toilet seat against my bare legs stops bothering me as my thoughts are consumed by what these two lines mean. There's a little person growing inside of me. Harry's little person.

For a moment I look up from the shaking piece of destiny between my fingers and stare against the blank bathroom tiles. The outline of my face is mirrored where the early morning sun reflects against the sparkling wall. Last night I scrubbed the entire house clean, a mare attempt to keep my mind off the test. It had cost me quite an effort to buy the stick. I deliberately waited until it was nearly closing time before walking into the shop. Nervous that someone I know would see me plus test, I chose the self-checkout line, the test hidden under toothpaste, tissues and chocolate, all of which I didn't need. Not really. Had I known before reading the instructions at home that the test should be taken in the morning, I would have bought a second one, giving it a try in the evening regardless. Waiting isn't my strength.

I'm going to be a mum, I think to myself. And Harry a dad. A smile looks back at me from the tiles before I return my glance to the stick. This is going to change everything. Harry is going to commit to us now. I'm sure he will. But the moment the positive thoughts enter my head, doubt follows. What if Harry doesn't want to have a kid? We've never spoken about a baby in the nearly twelve months we've been dating. No, Harry is a decent man. He may be shocked at first but I know he'll do the right thing. This baby may just be what we need. Deep in thought I place my hand against my flat tummy. Slowly, I move up the shirt and gently press my palm against the naked skin. This baby may just be what Harry needs to get his divorce finalised.

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