(Mia P.O.V)
The next day I wake up with my phone ringing continuously, I pick up and answered the phone.
“Hello,” I said on the phone.
“Miss Mathis this is doctor Malissa here, your reports have come and the reports are the same, you are pregnant, miss
Mathis,” the doctor said from the other side of the phone and it’s fallen down from my hand.
“I don’t understand, I am really pregnant but how?” I whisper to myself. The door of my room opens and my mom enters
with a breakfast tray in her hand.
“Good morning honey here is your breakfast,” she said smiling at me while keeping it at my coffee table.
“Mai, are you okay, why are you crying,” she asks getting worried when she saw my crying face.
“I swear I don’t know how that happens to me,” I said putting my face in my hands breaking do
