EMILY'S POV
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My knees feel like buckling as I stride into the hospital, a wave of anxiety flows through me and my hands clasp his, my fingers squeezing his, my nails digging into the skin on top of his hand. I can feel his eyes on me as I cling to his arm with my free hand, "Are you okay?" he asks, and when I glance up at him, he's already staring at me with concern in his eyes. "I'm fine," None of this feels right, and I still haven't wrapped my mind around being pregnant.
"Maybe you'd feel better if your mom was...", "No," I cut him off. He has no right trying to force my mother into my life, and in a few months she might see me walking around with a huge belly and know, but I am not going to tell her.
What can she teach me anyway?
How to abandon your child when in need?
We bare
