It’s been three days since I learnt I was pregnant, and I’ve found myself playing an awkward game of hide-and-seek with my parents around the house. My heart flutters with excitement about the new life growing inside me, but that joy is overshadowed by the dread of my mother’s potential reaction and the certainty of my father’s insults once the news breaks.
The irony of the situation isn’t lost on me. Stefano and I had been careful after our first time together - I got on the pill and even took the morning-after pill as an extra precaution. Yet here I am, apparently that elusive 1% that defies all odds. It’s as if fate has a twisted sense of humor, choosing me to be the exception to the rule.
I still can’t believe my baby survived the beating. At that early stage, my little angel probabl
