Anya had come home about a week ago from her 382 day transportation trip, she wasn’t exactly the woman that you had remembered her to be. She was much more quiet and reserved now, and you could notice the bump on her stomach growing little by little every day, hidden under baggy clothing she had started to wear for that purpose.

She had never told anybody about her pregnancy, or the circumstances that had gotten her pregnant in the first place. She wanted to keep the details hidden, but it was far too obvious to ignore now that she was in her third trimester. She needed to say something before somebody outed her, or gave birth.

Her head was lowered as the tears streamed down her reddened face, her eyes puffy from her crying. Anya had just told you, and broke down near instantly after the words left her mouth.

“I… I don’t know what to do… I’m not sure if I’m ready to be a mom…”