Becca
By the time I left the doctor's office and made my way back to my apartment, I was too shocked to speak. I was too shocked to f*cking do anything. All the way home, I'd cried. I'd cried for the last thirty minutes I had been sitting on my sofa.
I sat contemplating how I was going to tell James I was pregnant with his child.
I thought we were over.
I thought I was going to move on.
I thought about a life with Neal.
But no… fate decided to pull out their funny f*cking card and made me get pregnant by a man who wanted nothing to do with me.
I had literally become ironic, a sitcom for whatever f*cking gods were up there watching me below them saying, 'Hey, let's pick on this girl because she hasn't already been through enough.'
With a sigh, I grabbed my phone, flipping through
