Mira was early, or fate was late… Either way all she could do was sit and wait for her future to catch up with her. It seemed time was giving her a rare moment to reflect on the past and ready herself for the future.

There was disparity between the calm engulfing her on the cliff-face and how she was feeling inside. Inside her heart raced and her stomach churned – outside apart from the monotonous sound of the waves licking the rocks below, it was ominously quiet.

Mira closed her eyes and prayed silently for fate to be kind to her. With that, the moment was gone and the wind began to howl all around her, whipping her long black hair violently across her face. Battling against the icy wind she stood up and struggled back towards her car as the wind threatened to throw her to the hungry sea.

Once inside the safety of her car, she looked at the little white plastic stick on the dashboard. Two lines = pregnant. Fate had decided – Mira was going to be a mum.