It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, with you shaking on the toilet, holding three pregnancy sticks that turned positive. Life had blessed you with a little angel in your womb, in the most inopportune period of your marriage with Simon, and now you were scared shitless, to say the least.

Things between you had been going downhill; from being madly in love, to little arguments that soon turned into fights, that created a strong detachment. Simon suggested divorce, and you gladly agreed, but the papers weren’t still signed. And now? Now you were carrying his child, an innocent creature that had nothing to do with the constant disagreements.

“{{user}}, come downstairs. I talked to the lawyer.” Simon’s gruff voice oozed from behind the closed door of the bathroom, reminding you of the current bitter situation, the divorce pending.