Eunice Mariano
[Are you pregnant?] Mom asked early in the morning. Because of her question, I quickly opened my eyes and looked at Nielson. He's holding his phone next to my ear.
"Why do you like to irritate me early in the morning?" I shouted, then took the phone from Nielson and got up from bed.
[You're right. I asked the wrong question. Who's the father?]
"Are you serious?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows, then Nielson and I looked at each other. "Hey, Nielson. Get out of my room," I ordered, then pushed him out of my room. "What pregnant, Mom?" I whispered on the phone, then walked towards the bed.
[Is it Nielson?]
"Does he know? Did you tell him?" I sighed.
[No, but he deserves to know.]
"I will be the one in charge of telling someone about this. I don't want you meddling in th
