20.

DALIA'S POV

I rushed out into the hallway, slamming the door to Dr. Westley's office behind me. I back my back to the nearest wall, and slide down against it, tears running down both sides of my face. My chest heaved a a took, big, deep breaths, trying to get my breathing back to normal. I had said repeatedly that I wasn't anything close to ready for a baby, but now, I had began to think that maybe that was just what I thought I was supposed to say. Nobody was ever really ready for a baby, they all learnt on the job, and so could I. I didn't mind how much I had to sacrifice, or how much harder I had to work, I was ready to give it my all to be the best mother to this little person growing inside of me.

I brought the very hem of my skirt to my face, and dabbed underneath my eyes, and cheek areas. It was only then that I noticed Meoly had been standing over me, watching in silence the whole time.

"I know what you're gonna say, you're gonna say, Dee, what'are you doing? You're not prepar