NOW that Emilia was pregnant, she didn't know how to feel or what to do. She was okay with Tyron leaving her hanging, ghosting her and keeping her hopeful with daily flower deliveries. She could heal her heart. She could move on. But what about the baby growing inside her? She would be pregnant for nine months and raising it for the rest of her life.
Emilia wasn't afraid of responsibility. She could take on any job, even those typically considered men's work. She could support her parents and continue her studies. But this wasn't the right time to have a child. She was still young and had a dream. She knew her parents would be hurt if they found out about her relationship with Tyron.
“Emz, babe, are you still not going to eat? You still don't have an appetite?” Bubbles asked from the doo
