POLLEN’S POV “What do you mean by that?” My mother’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she asked with a look of disbelief on her face, her voice laced with a deep skepticism. “What do you mean by the man you met on the blind date got you pregnant? You didn’t go to the blind date, remember?” She pushed herself forward in her seat to look at me questionably. I couldn’t even look at her face from where I sat on the floor. “I— I did,” I blurted, bowing my head to fiddle with my fingers. “How?!” My mother yelled, she was losing it already. “Didn’t Aunt Maggie give her the wrong address?” Laura, who pretended to be watching TV but listened intently to our conversation, spoke up from the other couch. “I—” I stammered, looking away. “I went to the wrong address and met with the wrong person” My mother exclaimed, sounding angry now. Laura, on the other hand, spun to look at me. “You had a one nightstand with your wrong date?” Laura’s eyes almost popped. “You had a one nightstand with so

POLLEN’S POV My heart seized when I saw him, something I thought will never happen. He was cladded in a black tuxedo with his hair neatly gelled back and a surprised expression plastered on his face. The moment I laid eyes on him all thoughts of the previous night fluttered in my mind. He was a distraction, that’s for sure. A very handsome one at that, and I was not used to seeing attractive men in such an odd yet breath taking way. “ Is that him?” My mother asked, breaking my train of thought. “Yes” I muttered. From the corner of my eye I could tell that mother was impressed, but she didn’t show it because it wasn’t the right time. “What are you doing here?” His tone was low, yet still held a commanding undertone. His hostility must have jilted mother back to her senses, the silly look of excitement in her face vanished in a blink. I swallowed as if trying to quench a dry mouth, “ I think—I think I’m pregnant” I blurted. Mother slapped me on the shoulder and I winced. “You

POLLEN'S POV With a loud bang, the door was forced open, and my mother appeared. I let the red baggy shirt that was hanging above my chest fall quickly. I was wearing my usual black shorts under the red shirt. She walked toward me with her back straight and a serious expression on her face. Her short brown hair swayed slightly as she went. “What are you doing?” She inquired. Her eyes darted from one side to another, hoping to find what I might be hiding. “Nothing” I mumbled and left the mirror to the bed. When it dawned on me that she didn't knock before walking in, I spun to call her out. “Aren't you supposed to knock? Coming in like that isn't acceptable” I stated calmly. However, she seemed too engrossed in looking around my room to care about my complaint. She stood by the edge of my bed for several seconds. Seeing how nonchalant she was towards my frustration, I left her to slump onto the mattress beside me. All of a sudden, she gasped, and it startled me. “What

NATASHA'S POVI was in a state of rage, a very intense one, and no number of congratulations from well-wishers was helping. The look of excitement on that woman's face as she announced that her child will be marrying Raymond still taunted me.My devilish glare fell on my mother-in-law to be, she caused all of these. When I called her that one fateful night to know how Raymond was doing, as usual, she told me he wanted a bride. Someone to give him a child that would enable him to take over the Company. At that time, I was set to marry Damon, the only man I dated throughout my stay in France. Good thing I didn't blurt it out to her, that I was getting married. A few days to my supposed wedding, I found my best friend in bed with the man I was about to marry. And that's how I returned to Georgia to marry Raymond, after kicking against a surprised encounter to no avail. The dramatic Matilda felt meeting in a regular manner would make our reunion boring and awkward, which, I believed, was

POLLEN'S POV I was awoken by the savoury aroma of sausage and eggs cooking. I rubbed my tired eyes and looked over to the clock on my nightstand: 7 am. A gasp left my mouth as I sprang up, the noise I made must have woken Laura. Her sleepy voice called out from her bed, “What’s wrong ?” She mumbled and went back to sleep.“ Wake up, Laura” I tapped her gently and rushed to the closet.“ What is it?” She kept grumbling until her eyes fell on the clock. “Oh My God!” Laura exclaimed and threw the duvet off her body“ We are late”“I know” I responded, bringing out the dress I had arranged last night for church.Suddenly, our door burst open, and our mother popped her head in.“ Be in the kitchen,now” She commanded and left Without shutting the door back.“ What's going on? She has been moody since last night” Laura came to my bed to whisper.“ I don't know,” I shrugged.“ We need to find out, or else we will suffer the consequence of keeping quiet and acting nonchalant” She said and dash