She glanced down at the pregnancy test. Her worst fear has become her new reality.

She may have been only sixteen years old, but there was a new life growing inside of her. She fought back tears that she could feel forming in her eyes. She hated to admit it but she was scared since she wasn’t even old enough to take care of a baby. She wasn’t even old enough to take care of herself. She was just a kid who still lived at home with her mother, and this kid was not ready to become a mother.

He was her first. She loved him, and she honestly thought that they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Being pregnant is an occupational hazard of being a wife.

Nothing Sexy about Pregnancy

If pregnancy were a book they would cut out the last two chapters