"Pro-life."

Chapter 32.

3 months later.

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I remember the moment I first met Reagan. She was beautiful. She was so tiny that it scared me to hold her.

I had always wanted kids. I thought they were the one thing in life that could bring happiness to someone's life. Sure, when a woman was giving birth to a child it could bring immense pain but what is a few hours of excruciating pain to a lifetime of happiness?

Harry and I's relationship was superb. We were happy together, and we were doing fantastic.

A lot of things happened in the last 3 months: my mum became Mrs. Wheater, Noah and Bailey moved in together with their little girl, Kaiden and Happy broke up and I met my paternal side of the family which was filled with a lot of tears. And Nero could finally swim now!

Lately, I had been gaining weight, but I had been vomiting a lot. So I didn't understand. Why was I gaining weight even though I had been doing boxing again regularly, and when I was throwing up everything inside me?

Unless...

Shit.

Instinctively, my hand went onto my stomach protectively. I knew for a fact it wasn't Harry's. We only started having sex like a month ago and I had been vomiting for about 3 months. Which meant one thing.

Liam was the father.

My hand instantly shot away from my stomach as I came to a realisation. I didn't even know if I was pregnant. For all I knew, I wasn't even pregnant.

I quickly went to the nearest supermarket and bought 3 pregnancy tests.

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As soon as I got back home, I locked myself into my bathroom and peed on all the tests.

I knew that I only had to wait 3 minutes, but I waited a few more minutes just to make sure that the results were accurate.

I wrung my hands together nervously and bit my lip. What would I do if I was honestly pregnant?

I had always wanted to be a young mother. But I didn't imagine myself being a young mum who had a boyfriend who wasn't the father of my child. I wanted my child to grow up in a stable household with parents who loved each other and always be able to play with Nero or any other pets I'd have.

I stopped thinking when I heard a beep, and I looked down.

My heart sunk.

I was pregnant.

What would I do now? Abortion was definitely not a choice. My mum had brought me up to be pro-life, and I honestly believed abortion was wrong. Why did humans have the power to decide whether a baby should get to live? I understood that in some situations women were raped or didn't have a stable life so they had to abort the baby but I would never do that to my child no matter the circumstances. For me, God was the only being who could decide whether my baby would be taken away from me by death or any other situation.

I needed to tell Liam.

I wouldn't do what my mum did. I wouldn't stay with Harry when my unborn child's father was out there. I'd tell Liam and he could decide if he wanted to be with me. I wouldn't force him to leave Ella. It was his decision, but I wanted my child to have a stable home where Liam and I loved each other even if it wasn't romantic.

I didn't realise how long I had spent in my thoughts until I heard footsteps coming closer to the bathroom.

I opened the door and was instantly met with Harry's grinning face.

"Hey babe, how's your day been?" Harry gave me a kiss on the cheek and pulled me out of the en-suite and we sat on my bed.

My heart sunk as I knew that my next words would definitely wipe the smile off his handsome face.

"We need to break up."