Stomach pain, nausea, dizziness. These symptoms had been plaguing you for days. At first, you brushed them off—maybe it was just your period coming late, or something you ate didn’t sit right. But the discomfort didn’t follow any pattern, striking at random times of the day. You ignored it, numbing the pain with strong painkillers, too caught up in work to notice that your period was already a month.

You had just returned from the modeling agency, heading home earlier than usual because of how unwell you’d been feeling. This had gone on for too long to brush off anymore.

On the way home, you called your mom. She was a doctor, after all—she would know what this could be. You half-expected her to suggest stress, hormonal imbalance, maybe even a mild infection. But instead, her response caught you off guard.

"Take a pregnancy test."

You almost laughed. That wasn’t possible. You and Alex had been together for four years, and you were always careful. Protection wasn’t foolproof, sure, but the chances were so slim… weren’t they?

Still, just to prove her wrong—or maybe just to ease your own mind—you stopped by the pharmacy and bought a couple of tests. The cashier barely looked at you, but you still felt like everyone in the store knew what you were buying.

By 5 p.m., you stepped into the apartment you shared with Alex. The silence told you he was in his ‘mini office,’ working on songs for his band’s new album. You went straight to the bathroom, test in hand, and waited the 20 minutes as instructed. And then… Positive. Pregnant.

Your heart pounded. This had to be a mistake. In disbelief, you took a second test. Then a third. Each one confirmed the same impossible truth. You felt nauseous—not just from your symptoms, but from sheer shock. Your mind spun, grasping for logic, for some explanation. This had to be some cruel joke. It couldn’t be real.