Emery’s pov.
I entered the restroom and banged the door behind me to let it all out. I’m pissed. I’m pissed because I’m carrying his child and I can’t tell him it’s his or tell anyone I’m pregnant yet.
Should I abort the child? I shook my head, ‘No…that’s not an option, mum already warned me about it’ . My Aunt died while aborting a child. I shouldn’t risk it . The only solution is to make Austin the father of this baby.
I took deep breaths, permitting air into my lungs and allowing myself to feel the burn as I held it in. I exhaled and the first tear broke free, giving room for the flow.
With my palms firmly on my knees, I took a few more shaky breaths as I tried to pull myself together, but the tears kept coming and I allowed it. After a while, I straightened up and walked toward
