22.

OLIVIA'S POV

The next few minutes went very emotional for me, in-between my decision of keeping the child and the array of confusion and anxiety I broke down into a brief moment of tears and when I was done, the dustbin close to us was filled with used tissue with another box still in my hands.

It was a good thing I had my good friends around at this moment, my head was nestled on Jane's shoulder as Mike walked back with a bottle of water at room temperature.

"Olivia, you have to get yourself together." Jane said as soon as Mike reached us.

"Is she still crying?" Mike asked.

I sniffed my nose and wiped my hands with a tissue before discarding it and taking the water from his hands. I looked at my two favorite friends from one person to the other and muttered a thank you.

I looked around the room for the first time since I walked out.

"Did I embarrass you guys?" I asked with a concerned look on my face.

"Us?" Mike sounded amused . "You did a good job embarrassing yourself." Mike said.