I paced back and forth in my room, debating quietly to myself what I should do.

I knew exactly what my parents would want me to do: get rid of it and try and forget that this whole thing ever happened. That was the easy way out, the way I would have taken before. And it was the way that would keep me away from the terrible harpies at school terroizing me for being a “whore”.

And yet I wanted to keep her with all my heart. I wanted to watch her grow up, even though it might be a little weird, being only 13 years apart. But we could manage. I know we could.

I felt Melanie nudge me again. I faced my stomach, “Could you stop doing that? You’re not helping.” I slapped my face from my stress. Great, now I was talking to my stomach. I rolled my eyes and continued talking to her, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to give you up.”