That night at 9 I went down the hall into Sierras' room. I knocked on the open door. Lila, Sierra's roommate, was asleep.
"Come in!" Sierra called.
I went in and sat in a chair next to sierras bed.
"Hey Margo," she said.
"Hey. How are you?"
"Ok. Tired. I swear, this morning sickness is going to be the death of me!"
We laughed. I looked over at Lila.
"Oh, don't worry. She's a heavy sleeper," Sierra told me.
"Oh. How far along are you?"
"3 months. I'm gonna carry her all the way."
"Her?"
"Yeah. She's a girl. Her name is Samantha I've already decided."
"Oh. Wow."
"Yeah. Unwilling and unplanned. But not unwanted. I love kids. I'm great with my little sister. She's 6."
"Oh."
"It's kinda confusing, actually."
"Yeah well family circumstances usually are."
"Yeah. My little sister is the daughter of my brother Shawn's birth mother. He found this out from our late father. You believe in ghosts, right?"
I nodded.
"Yeah. My older sister Vanessa's a mystic."
"Oh. Well anyway, Shawn's mom Verna, the woman we had been living with for so long, is not his actual mom, as I just stated," Sierra continued; "but his actual mom was a stripper. One night 6 years ago she had a one night stand with this guy. And that's how we got my little sister."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Is it hard?" I asked, since I knew I would be pregnant soon.
"What, growing up in this family?"
"No. the pregnancy."
"Oh yeah. God yes. But it's worth it. It's the most incredibly phenomenal thing a woman can do."
"Oh. How did Shawn react?"
"Oh, he was angry about it. More angry at our late father, though."
"Oh."
"Why do you ask?"
"Well Sierra, I was damaged by a man about 2 months ago. I didn't know who he was. It was in his apartment. Before I knew it I was swept up into a world of pain, alcohol and men. I know where his apartment is. Other then the fact that it happened the only other evidence I have is an extra key to his place. For the police. I know I'll have to tell them eventually. You're the 4th person I've told. The others are Lucy, Kate and Lizzie."
"Oh. He got you drunk?"
"No, he didn't. He gave me something to drink. I think it was wine but I don't know as it was dark in his place when it happened."
"Oh. You were under the influence then."
"Oh god."
"Margo," Sierra looked at me; "you do know what it's called when a man takes advantage of a woman that way?"
She sounded so serious and motherly, which was really nice.
I nodded.
"Yes, I do."
"Ok. Are you going to keep it?"
"I honestly don't know. I would love to but don't know if I'd have the time."
"Oh."
