Preface
It was hard to believe that of all that I accomplished in the last 16 years of my life would depend on what a little plastic test in my bathroom. I was sitting on the cold tiled floor with the test on the ebony marble cold countertops. The few minutes of waiting seemed like hours of nervousness while a million thoughts buzzed through my mind.
How will I ever be able to support a child, physically, emotionally, and financially?
How would I tell Charlie and René?
I looked at my phone which read 10:07. Exactly 3 minutes after I took the test. I stood on my feet to see what my faith would turn out to be. I peeked out at the counter and saw the bright red positive sign. I sank down to the floor. A single tear rolled down my pale face. I was pregnant with Jacob Blacks child.