Prologue?

A, baby....1

We both looked at the 5 pregnancy tests, lined up in a neat little row on the bathroom sink, all with those ugly little pink crosses on the screens. I could feel the tears welling up in the back of my throat, pooling in my eyes as Tristan's arms wrapped around me from behind.2

"We can make this work you know," he whispered softly into my ear. His hands rested gently on my belly, which was still so small and fragile. You couldn't tell something was alive inside, could you? I looked down and cupped my hands over his. Tears ran down my cheeks, small sobs now. I wasn't ready to be a mom. I didn't know the first thing about parents, neither did Tristan. 3

"We can't do this." I moved our hands in small circles over my belly. I was trying to tell it I was sorry, so very sorry,4

abortion was the only option I had.5

Tristan reached over and kissed my cheek softly. "This is your baby, my baby, our baby. We're keeping it."6

I shut my eyes, trying to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. I couldn't stop no matter how much I wanted to. I wanted so badly for this to be a dream. For me to just wake up from this nightmare. I knew though, deep down in my heart, that this was the reality, the truth, and I was just going to have to face it. 7

"I love it so much already..." I spun around and buried my face into Tristan's chest, holding on with the bit of strength I had left. I shook uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do besides stand there with him. Stand there with them. 8

A, baby...9