My second month has been tragic. After a walked away from Dylan, I cried. Every. f*****g. Night. He won’t accept what’s inside me. I didn’t want it either, at least not now. I was not ready for it emotionally and financially. Also, I got morning sickness every day. It would be lucky if I could push down the pasta and pancakes that I ate. I didn’t have the motivation to see a doctor. At first, I hesitated to tell Jill, but me myself knew that I couldn’t handle it all myself. Then I decided to call her one evening.
“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me, Brooks.” She whispered.
Yeah, I hoped that this was all a big joke. I sighed. “It’s true, Jill. I’m in my second month.” I said flatly. There was silence. “Jill? You still there?”
I heard her sighed. “Yeah. I just… It’s shocking as f**k, Ro
