That night was supposed to be the best night ever. But it wasn't. The results were horrible, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. My sister. well I still don't know of she has forgiven me yet. So, I try not to worry. I hope everything will be alright in the end. Today, I am 5 months pregnant. And I will never be sorry about my child. I love my darling. My boyfriend, Brad understands that I was drunk and couldn't understand what was going on. My sister's boyfriend on the other hand...had other plans. And children wasn't one of them. What will he do when I tell him that I'm bearing his child/children? Will he help or will he push me away even more? Milla...Milla..Milla, what has happened with you?