Hi again.
PLEASE NOTE: I Do not know much about being pregnant, i'm only 14 years old. I'm sorry if what I have put is incorrect.
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"I'm coming!" I called. It was the day after I had found out I was pregnant. Once again, I had been up sick, so stayed off work. I was in the house myself and someone was ringing the door bell over and over again. As soon as I opened the door, I was slapped hard on the face. It was Miley.
"Lilly?!?! How could you?"
"Oliver tell you I guess." I replied.
"Lilly! You have a family. What were you playing at?" she was shouting loudly at me.
"I was drunk ok? We all make mistakes."
"Not when we are married and have kids already!," she paused, shaking her head, "I thought you were smarter than this Lilly. You're the wise one, the sensible one."
Usually if someone said anything like that to me, I would argue back. But how could I? This was my fault.
"Come inside," I walked through to the living room and Miley followed.

"Have you told David?" she asked as we sat down.
"About Oliver?"
"No, about the baby."
"Uh Huh..."
"What did he say?"
I broke down into tears, "He's thrilled."
Miley rushed over, sat beside me and put her arm around me.
"Oliver's married, I'm married. We both have kids."
"Shhh. Lilly I'm sorry it isn't my place to be angry with you. I'm just so surprised, you love David."
I nodded, "More than anything and my kids."
"Do you think you are going to tell him?"
I shook my head, how could I tell him?

"Lilly, sometimes the truth is best. He'll find out someway. The truth always comes out in the end."
I thought about Melissa. She was 14 and David didn't know anything, heck, I had only just realised.
"No, It won't," I told her, "I know it won't"
"Lilly, you can't assume that."
I gulped, "Miley, I have to tell you something..."
"Yeah?"
"Melissa," I cried harder, "David isn't her real dad."
I watched Miley's eyes widen in shock.
"Then..." she began "Oliver!" I threw my head onto my hands and curled up in a ball. I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to see Miley's reaction.
"Tell me you didn't. Wait 14 years ago! You got pregnant almost 15 years ago, when you were still with Oliver.." she said. I could feel her looking at me.
"Lilly, I'm sorry, I wish I knew how to fix this. I wish I could help, but, I can't..."
I finally sat up.
"Have you been to the doctors yet?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Come on, I'll take you. It might be easier having me there than David."
I nodded. Miley helped me up and lead me to her car.

On the car journey, I calmed down a bit and was able to talk but when we reached the doctor's, Miley spoke for me.
"Hi, My friend here has just found out she is expecting and has came to get checked out." Miley told the women at the reception "Name please?" she replied.
"Lilly Trus- Smith. Lilly Smith."
"Take a seat please."
We sat down.
"Thanks Miles, I know you're disappointed with me and you can leave if you wa-"
"Lilly! No. Ok, maybe you shouldn't have done it, but what kind of friend would I be to desert you when you need me most? What kind of best friend would I be?"
"Thanks," I smiled, "So what did Oliver say exactly?"
"Just that you were pregnant really. Oh, don't worry, I slapped him pretty hard too."
"Yeah, we both deserved that"
"I'm pretty good at it, the amount of boys I've had to do it to...."
"Miles, you'll find your prince charming."
"Oh I don't know anymore. I'm 33 years old, everyone else moved away and got on with their life. Everyone got married and had kids. Me? I don't even have a boyfriend." she moaned "You've been a bit busier than the rest of us, you know, being Hannah super star Montana," I whispered.
I liked talking about her problems, kept my mind off of mine, but we were interupted. "Lilly Smith!"
"Come on, you can do this, I'm here." Miley said before we stood up.
It was great having as great a friend as Miley beside me the whole time.

We walked into the doctors room. She stood up.
"Hi, I'm Doctor McArthur. Mrs Lilly Smith, Am I right?"
"Yeah," I paused, "This is my friend Miley, my husband, he can't be here."
"Oh, that's ok. Right, well we'll take a scan. Do you know how many weeks you are?"
"3 or 4."
"Well, it is very early but no harm in a scan anyway."
She walked to the other side of the room.
"Could you sit up here please?"
I did what she said. Within a few minutes, my little egg shaped baby appeared on the screen.
"Have you got any kids already?" Dr McArthur asked.
"Yeah, three."
"Does your husband want a big family."
I didn't know what to say, "Yeah..."
"I bet he's proud then."
Miley squeezed my hand tight. I couldn't help it, a tear fell from my eye.
"I'm sorry, did I say something?" Dr McArthur said "No, I'm sorry," I wiped the tears, "It's just been a bit emotional."

"I'm so embarrased," I told Miley when we got back to the car," I cried in front of the doctor."
"I don't think she cared."
I nodded, "David isn't going to find out but you know what is begining to scare me?"
"What?"
"Oliver. What if might want to see his child? A lot?"
"Lilly, Oliver has a wife and kids, he knows he can't see this baby."
I looked down to my stomach.

My mind flashback to when I was younger, much younger. To when I was a kid. Oliver and I used to play with each other in the swings or got down to the beach and make sand castles. Inside of me, was a baby. A baby that would have have a mix of both mine and Oliver's personallity and looks. It was mine and Oliver's baby. It was so unreal.