As I gazed at the somewhat obscured sun, casting a dim light, it brought to mind my current predicament. The familiar sound of footsteps echoed in the room, and I turned to face the person, greeting them with, "Hey there!" "You're not going to make this any easier, are you? Your request for divorce papers will be in your hands soon, I assure you," he replied, shrugging off his coat. "What do you mean 'we can't'?" he asked, an expression of confusion on his face. "I'm pregnant," I whispered, barely audibly. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his steps faltering in surprise. "I am pregnant," I declared forcefully, each word carrying weight, before allowing the overwhelming emotions to swallow me whole.
