EIGHTY-SIX

The tests confirmed what the high priestess already told me. I was pregnant. With child. Had a bun in the oven. The first thing I did when I saw the tests show I was indeed pregnant was to wrap them up in black plastic, after destroying the packs they came in, and then I buried them deep inside the trash can.

Next, I curled up in bed, put the covers around me, and then I cried. I bawled my eyes out like a baby, hiccuping under the duvet as I wept. Once, I heard someone knock on the door so I stopped and pretended to be asleep until the person left, and then I continued to cry. I cried until my weak body had no more tears to produce.

“A baby.” I placed a hand on my stomach. “What am I going to do?” I whispered into the room then I sighed, getting out of bed.

It didn’t matter what Cahir said, this child was mine. If he didn’t want kids, there was nothing I could do. If he asked me to take the child and leave, I would. It may hurt, but I would. This baby was my responsibility and no matt