21.

DALIA'S POV

The weekend went by quicker than usual. I woke up Monday morning with a sense of dread, and vomit crawling up my throat. Emily had told me that I had to Eros I was pregnant with his baby, and she was not negotiable about it. She said I would hate myself if I intentional stood in the way of their possible father-child relationship, and my child would ask questions soon enough. After a long argument on the way back to my place, I gave in, and agreed to tell Eros about the pregnancy.

After I had emptied whatever I had eaten from the night before in the toilet bowl, I flushed it down, and took a long pee.

"What makes her so sure that he'd even want to be in our lives." I mumbled, as I tore three squares of toilet paper; and wiped myself dry. I dropped the used toilet paper in the water, and flushed again, before pulling up my underwear and walking over to the sink.

I knew Emily only wanted what was best for me, but I couldn't help but feel like this was a setup. There was no w