KIERA
Growing up having children was out of the question. Children were never an option for me because I never wanted to be like my mother. As a child, my mother was either found sleeping on the couch and only waking when she needed to yell at me about something or if she needed to go smoke. I didn’t have any solid parental figure unless it was my older sister, but she loathed me. Loathed my existence and the fact that she was saddled with me. I never intended on having any children because I had no clue how to be a mother. I still don’t.
The anxiety that came from finding out that I was carrying a child was deafening. My heart rate barely held itself together and I was sure that Blake would comment on it given the fact that his arms haven’t left me once since we left the clearing, but
