I was able to keep everything down until I got home. Feeling the thing turn over in me, I just ran inside and into the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet, I threw up everything that was left in my stomach.

When I came to my senses, I was sweaty and panting, and super, super tired. I was also pretty hungry considering that I had nothing left in my stomach. I went to find something to eat.

After eating, I felt a bit better. Dizzy, but okay. The thing inside me turned again, and I felt something, kinda like I was being kicked from the inside. I freaked out.

These symptoms were all pregnancy symptoms.

I didn't think I was ready to be a mother. This scared me. And I didn't want anyone to find out.

I did have a solution, though. I could find out if I was pregnant by taking a pregnancy test. So I did that.

Hours later, I was still staring at the test in shock.

"This can't be happening," I muttered under my breath. I felt tears forming at my eyes. "This just can't be happening."

I heard the door shut. "Bea, we're home!"

"Hey," I called out in a shaky tone. I ran up to my siblings, still holding the pregnancy test, and hugged them, bursting into tears.

"Bea? What's wrong?" My sister, Faith, asked. She sounded concerned.

I sniffed and held up the test. "I-I'm pregnant."

My sister looked shocked. So did Allister.

I started to cry again. "I'm sorry... please don't be mad at me."

"Oh, Bea..." Faith gently hugged me. "We're not mad at you."

I felt surprised. "Y-You aren't?"

"Of course we aren't. You don't know? I love children. This is great news for me."

"M' n-not mad at you e-either," Allister said, smiling a bit.

"Thank you, guys," I sobbed. My sister put her arm around me and rubbed my back.

"No problem."