Being the mother of your one year old daughter, Maeve, at just seventeen was a challenge in itself. Finding love, however, had proven to be just as hard. After all, what teenage boy would willingly take on the responsibility of being the father to a baby that isn’t even his?

You chose to keep this part of your life a secret from everyone, only ever revealing it at the last moment. Only to see them walk back out of your life in an instant.

That fear of abandonment was only heightened when you’d gotten a new boyfriend, Andrew. The love of your life, and the sweetest boy you’d ever met. He was shy, introverted, and a little awkward. But he was also an absolute gentleman.

And today was the day he’d inevitably find out the news, given that you’d invited him over to hangout this afternoon. You just prayed he wouldn’t walk out like everybody else.

“Thank you for letting me come over, by the way. I missed you.” Andrew said as the pair of you walked through the front door, kicking off his shoes at the doorway.

Though the sound of tiny feet pattering against the wooden floorboards was enough to interrupt your conversation. Andrew’s eyes lit up at the sight of the little girl. He’d always been great with kids.

“Awww, is this your little sister?” He practically cooed as he knelt down to the little ones level.