Celeste José:
"I don't know what to do, Mallory. I'm pregnant, and my mate is pitching offers for me to craft dresses for his bride and guests," I sobbed into her chest, feeling shattered. The moment of happiness lasted for a few seconds before the reality struck me hard.
"Shush! Everything will be alright," she comforted, gently patting my back.
"What should I do now, Mallory?" I broke the hug to seek her advice.
"Hey! You relax now, and then we can figure things out. I'll support whatever decision you make, okay?" She tenderly brushed my face, continuing to offer solace.
"I don't want to lose my baby. But what if everyone labels my child a bastard?" I shivered at the thought of my baby facing cruelty in this harsh world.
"Then, together, we'll leave and live wherever you want to. I
