Emily's POV
"I'll knock his face off!" Evan, my twin brother exclaimed when I told the family who was responsible for my pregnancy. Everyone was gathered in the living room, drilling me with unnecessary questions like if the child was going to be born into poverty. I had more than enough money to give this child everything and anything his or hers tiny heart desire.
"You're not going to do that Evan." I defended.
"He knocked up my baby sister and you think I wouldn't..." He went on but I didn't let him finish, I had had enough of his bickering and inputs.
"JUST STOP! You're not going to do anything to him. I'm not in high school anymore, Evan. I'm twenty-six. I'm a woman and I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me because there isn't a battle to be fighting. This baby would be love and spoil in the best of ways and I really don't need a man to do that."
"Emily, you can't do this on your own." My mother let out.