PROLOGUE
Kay Bennett sat on her favorite fluffy blue chair, her knees bouncing in anxious anticipation. She glanced down at her watch for the thousandth time in the last five minutes. The longest five minutes of her life.
There was only fifteen more seconds to go though. Fifteen more seconds until she found her destiny. Fifteen more seconds until she found out if her life was truly changed forever…until she finally knew the truth.
Kay watched as the second hand moved in what seemed like slow motion. Wasn't it ironic how the only time you really wanted time to speed up, was the one time it went at a snails pace. People would always say it, but you would never really understand until you truly waited. Then it was hell.
Standing up apprehensively, Kay paced the small living room that she now called her own. It wasn't anything special. Sparsely furnished, the horrendous apartment always smelled like mold no matter how many times you sprayed it with Lysol, was always either too hot or two cold, and was in the worst possible location ever. Bad neighborhood wasn't even the beginning of it. But it was hers, and that was all that mattered. Now she was her own woman. She'd stopped all connections with all of her family except her dad, and had even cut all ties with Miguel…well, at least most of them. There was still one small detail she hadn't yet dealt with yet. Hell…she'd had no idea it'd even existed until a few days earlier. And this was a factor, she wasn't sure she could fix.
It'd all started as yet another of her simple schemes to get Miguel; seemingly no different then the rest of them. Except this time, it'd actually worked.
She'd had all of her dreams come true when she'd made love to Miguel; and she'd thought that for that split second, he'd loved her the same way she loved him. She'd been wrong. All he'd wanted to do was forget about the whole thing. And it hurt. Real bad. But, she accepted it. This time she'd realized that maybe Miguel really didn't love her. Truly didn't. So they promised to keep it a secret. But things weren't that simple. Not for her.
Looking down at her watch again, she let out an anxious sigh. Her waiting was finally over. Now she'd finally know if she'd been right. If she was really pregnant with Miguel's child.
Kay Bennett sat on her favorite fluffy blue chair, her knees bouncing in anxious anticipation. She glanced down at her watch for the thousandth time in the last five minutes. The longest five minutes of her life.
There was only fifteen more seconds to go though. Fifteen more seconds until she found her destiny. Fifteen more seconds until she found out if her life was truly changed forever…until she finally knew the truth.
Kay watched as the second hand moved in what seemed like slow motion. Wasn't it ironic how the only time you really wanted time to speed up, was the one time it went at a snails pace. People would always say it, but you would never really understand until you truly waited. Then it was hell.
Standing up apprehensively, Kay paced the small living room that she now called her own. It wasn't anything special. Sparsely furnished, the horrendous apartment always smelled like mold no matter how many times you sprayed it with Lysol, was always either too hot or two cold, and was in the worst possible location ever. Bad neighborhood wasn't even the beginning of it. But it was hers, and that was all that mattered. Now she was her own woman. She'd stopped all connections with all of her family except her dad, and had even cut all ties with Miguel…well, at least most of them. There was still one small detail she hadn't yet dealt with yet. Hell…she'd had no idea it'd even existed until a few days earlier. And this was a factor, she wasn't sure she could fix.
It'd all started as yet another of her simple schemes to get Miguel; seemingly no different then the rest of them. Except this time, it'd actually worked.
She'd had all of her dreams come true when she'd made love to Miguel; and she'd thought that for that split second, he'd loved her the same way she loved him. She'd been wrong. All he'd wanted to do was forget about the whole thing. And it hurt. Real bad. But, she accepted it. This time she'd realized that maybe Miguel really didn't love her. Truly didn't. So they promised to keep it a secret. But things weren't that simple. Not for her.
Looking down at her watch again, she let out an anxious sigh. Her waiting was finally over. Now she'd finally know if she'd been right. If she was really pregnant with Miguel's child.