Winter
I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do. This couldn’t have come at a worse time! I knew I was pregnant when I woke up this morning. I thought perhaps Fenrir knew, but he didn’t say anything. Then I wondered if he did know but thought his mind may have been playing tricks on him after what Robb said. I wasn’t pregnant then, but I am now. But with Nyx still after us, having a baby is not a good idea. The best thing to do would be to terminate the pregnancy.
But as I lie here on my bed with my hands on my stomach, tears fall from my eyes. I’m young, and now isn’t the right time.
But why, then, does it hurt so much to think about not having my baby?
There’s a little person inside me, and I can’t hurt them. I just can’t! I don’t care that I’m only eighteen, I will be a good mother
