100. Are they happy tears?

ERICA

Gabriel asked me to wait for a week but I couldn’t. A day felt like an eternity, how will I manage a week. But right now, what had me anxious was the pregnancy test sitting on the counter near the washbasin. Never in my life I ever thought that there would come a time when I’d love a man, want to marry him, want to have his baby and built a family with him. But now as I stood there in the bathroom waiting for the results, I wished it was positive and I prayed for all the things I didn’t want before. I wanted to have everything I never wanted with Antonio.

When I was sure that enough time had passed, I inched forward, holding my breath as I peered at the small screen of the pregnancy test. And what I saw had me crying and laughing. I never thought the amount of happiness I'd feel in this moment. “Oh my god, Antonio...” I whispered, my hand going to my stomach. “You stubborn man, you fucked a baby into me after all.”

A knock came through the door and I wiped my tears but it was no