I'm aware that it has been more than a year since I updated. I'd apologise but instead I will explain why; I have a life, college, exams, a job, health, friends and a relationship to maintain. Writing is a hobby which I partake in should I have any free time which recently I have been very much lacking. I also have a serious car accident several months ago which rendered me unable to do anything (including write). However, I'm back now. The last chapter was cut which I didn't realise until after it was posted and quite frankly I was too lazy to edit it. So this chapter will begin with the end of the last chapter and continue on to the next chapter.

Enjoy!

P.s. Rude reviews are the worst - telling me I need to update annoys me, manners cost nothing. Were you brought up or dragged up, really? All they do is give me ammunition to leave it for longer and longer periods of time before updates.

That being said - Enjoy the update! (and it hasn't been proofread because lazy so apologies in advance for any mistakes)

Alex's POV

As I walked into the local coffee shop I spotted my mom sitting at a table in the far right hand corner. She appeared to have her usual drink and my favorite caramel latte already ordered. She noticed me walk in and smiled her uncertain smile. I knew that she wasn't really sure how to react to me or probably what to say to me.

"Hey," I greeted her as I took a seat opposite her. "How are you?" I couldn't think of anything else to say to the woman that I hadn't heard from in over a month.

"I'm good, how are you?" She was nervous and making small talk.

"I'm great. Really great, considering." I admitted as I mirrored her nervous smile and gratefully picked up my favorite drink.

"I'm glad," I knew that she wanted to say more but she didn't so I didn't press the issue until the awkward silence between us became unbearable. I couldn't understand how things had suddenly gotten so awkward between us, we used to have an amazing relationship. I could only imagine how terribly thick the atmosphere would have been if my dad had tagged along too. In fact it probably wouldn't have been awkward, the scene would have just consisted of him yelling at me and telling me what a disgrace I was.

"This is weird, Mom, just say whatever you have to say." I called her out finally when my drink was almost gone. She seemed startled by my slightly loud tone, prompting me to apologise with my eyes.

"I just don't understand, Alex, how can this have happened?" She asked softly. I knew that she was trying not to offend me and the mere fact that she was making some sort of effort to actually maintain a relationship with me was a good enough start.

"What? Me falling in love with a girl or the fact that it was always going to happen because I'm gay?" I asked her almost sarcastically. I knew that both options I gave her were pretty much the same thing but I wanted her to realise that it wasn't Mitchie's fault and she hadn't tainted me in any way. If anything, I tainted Mitchie. She never acknowledged any feelings for girls when we first met, then bam I walk into her life and she's a pussy-worshipping dyke.

"Both, I guess." She was shy. It was horrible to see my own mother acting that way toward me. Something was telling me that if it hadn't been for my dad throwing his orders and opinions around when I came clean to them, I'd have gotten some of her more tame opinions instead.

"I just… I've always liked girls, Mom. There has never been a time in my life when I've been attracted to a boy and as far as I'm concerned there never will be. I can remember being really young, like, five or six and wondering why the hell girls and boys would ever want to be together like that. When we learned about sex and relationships in middle school it was always straight sex that grossed me out whilst gay sex and being in a relationship with a girl always intrigued me. It has always been something I wanted, it's always been inside of me, I just didn't tell you because I had no reason to and now I do." I explained as slowly and as compassionately as I could. I understood that it was hard for her to come to terms with having a lesbian daughter. Especially when the lesbian daughter was her only daughter.

"Mitchie's your reason, right?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. I didn't have to answer that, she knew anyway. "Do you love her? Is she really worth losing your father over and having a strained relationship with me and the rest of your family?" She asked with an air of authority about her, as if she was expecting me to say no.

"I do, Mom. I love her so much that it terrifies me. Losing dad over this was the last thing I ever wanted but it's his problem. If it wasn't Mitchie then it would have been another girl and if it had been my last girlfriend then maybe I could understand why you guys would be unsupportive because she was an asshole but it's not her and Mitchie is everything I've ever wanted and needed." I told her genuinely. I wanted her to know that I was certain about being with Mitchie. She needed to know that my words were true.

"And it's really worth basically losing your family over?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Mom, Mitchie and the baby are my family now. There's a point in every parent's life when they have to accept that it's time to hand their little girl's over to someone else. It's your time to hand me over to her now, Mom." I couldn't believe that such sensible and sentimental words were leaving my mouth without rehearsal. Usually it was only Mitchie that could get me to be that profound.

"She really makes you happy, huh?" She seemed to be realising it.

"Yeah, Mom, she really does."

"And you're sure you can't just bite the bullet and be with a guy?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. I couldn't believe her words but I guessed that she thought it was worth a shot.

"I'm certain, Mom. Guys repulse me, even more so after what one did to Mitchie." I admitted softly. My mom sighed loudly and closed her eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of her nose through stress. "I'm sorry that I turned out this way but I really didn't have a say in it. I'm not sorry for falling in love with Mitchie, I've never been happier than when I'm with her." I explained sadly.

"I know. God, I know. I'm sorry for how your father and I have reacted to this. I've been trying to talk him round but he's been adamant that you're not welcome in our home but I'll keep trying. And I'll try to work on accepting this part of you because I know that you really need parental support. I loved Mitchie as your friend, she's a good girl and with time I'll love her as your partner too. It'll take some time but I'll accept her relationship with you if you're absolutely certain that it's what you want." She seemed to be seriously considering her words and I knew that she was being genuine.

"Thank you, Mom, I really appreciate you saying that. I need you to be okay with this eventually."

"I'll try,"

Mitchie's POV

"Okay, guys, time's up." My mom announced into the eerily silent classroom. I quickly finished writing the last word of my English Literature final and sighed in relief as I put my pencil down. I had a good feeling about it, much like the rest of the finals I had sat over the course of the past week. English Literature was supposed to be the last exam of all of them and it was supposed to happen the Friday of finals week but the timetable clashed with Biology and it had to be pushed back to Monday.

I looked up to Alex and noticed that she looked worried as the class erupted into cheers at the prospect of our final exam of our high school lives being over. "Hey, I'm sure you did great," I reassured her quietly.

"Alright, guys, no talking and please stay in your seats until I've collected in all of the papers. Exam conditions still apply here. There's no point in getting up anyway since you're stuck here until the bell goes." She reminded the class sternly, her authority as a teacher taking over her being, much as it always did whenever we were in the classroom. As she began to make her way over to the front desks I quickly shot my hand in the air to ensure that she'd see. Apparently she did because she didn't even have to look up from the papers that she was collecting to answer me. "Yes, Mitchie?" She asked.

"May I please go to the bathroom, Ms. Munroe?" I crossed my legs tightly to better express my desperation, despite the fact that-

"That's the third time in two hours, Mitchie – I shouldn't even have let you go the first two times." She explained as she looked up at me and saw the pure need in my eyes.

"Oh, come on, like you don't know how it feels to have a twenty three week old fetus playing with your bladder for its own amusement." I told her sarcastically as I made to get up from my seat. My mom narrowed her eyes at me but nodded nonetheless. She knew that I wouldn't have been asking if I hadn't been desperate but I was basically in excruciating pain from holding it in for the past forty minutes since I last got excused to pee.

"Fine, go," She told me with an eye roll as she picked up my own paper and I made a dash for the door. "Walk, Mitchie!" I heard her call after me but it was a distant echo as I ran to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. I felt relief hit me as I peed and realised that exams were over and that that day was my final Monday in school. Ever. Four days left, I could handle that.

Three days passed and it was Thursday, meaning the day of results for all of our finals. If we passed we would graduate, if we didn't… well, then high school would be on our list of things to do again next year.

"Attention seniors, could Michelle Torres please make her way to my office. Thank you." Really?! Just as I'm about to go and find out how I did in my exams? Douche. Seriously, our principal needed to work on his timing. Alex looked to me questioningly and I shrugged to show her that I had no idea what he wanted.

"Want me to come with you? I know that being in rooms alone with guys still makes your uncomfortable…" Alex trailed off as she closed her locker and looked at me expectantly. I shook my head softly and noticed that she looked worried. "Do you mind if I go and smoke? I'm really freaking out about my results because I'm scared I won't graduate and I know that I promised I wouldn't smoke whilst you can't and if you don't want me to then that's fi-" She began to rant as she pressed down on her blazer pocket. I could tell that she was trying to hide that she had cigarettes in there. I smiled and leaned forward to cut her off by placing my lips softly on hers.

"It's fine, baby, honestly. I understand. Just don't get caught, okay? I don't want you getting kicked out the day before we graduate. Because we are graduating and that includes you. I know that you've done well." I reassured her. I had a good feeling about her doing well.

"Mitchie, hey, take a seat, you shouldn't be on your feet too much. This won't take too long." I rolled my eyes about him fussing over me. Every adult that knew (or partially knew) my story would fuss over me and every kid that knew would kinda just avoid discussing my obvious pregnancy. The kids that didn't believe that I was raped (as if anyone would be sick enough to make that up) would shoot me dirty looks but they were usually warned off by Alex, and the adults that hadn't heard my story would just treat me with a sickening amount of sympathy. I was their best student, after all.

"What's going on?" I was slightly agitated from the thought of Alex getting to enjoy a cigarette whilst I was stuck with going another seventeen weeks without one. It was extremely admirable of her to quit with me though so I didn't mind her having one, I was just jealous.

"I'm going to be straight with you right now, Mitchie, you are the best student in your grade which automatically offers you the title of valedictorian this year." He said with a proud smile. He was probably as shocked as everyone else was that I'd managed to maintain my impeccable grades throughout my pregnancy. "However, if you don't want to take on the role then that is totally fine. I understand that you may not want to stand in front of the entire faculty and family members of the student body and draw attention to your… condition." I couldn't work out whether he offered me the option of declining the role because it could embarrass me or because it would look bad on the school if their first female valedictorian was an incredibly pregnant one.

"I'll do it," There was no way that I was going to pass up that opportunity. If people wanted to stare then they could. I hated to sound conceited but clearly it had just been proved that academically I was better than their kids so screw their opinions about my pregnancy.

"Are you sure? You don't have to."

"I'm certain. I can't wait to graduate at the top of my grade. That'll really annoy everyone that has said I'll be a typical teenage mother and give up." I told him with a grin. "May I leave now, please?" I asked uncomfortably. My eyes darted between the door and the desk. I didn't want to make eye contact with the principal and I still wasn't comfortable with the door being closed and shutting me in a room with a teacher. Especially not alone.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about the door." He apologised quickly as he got up and made his was over to open it. "By all means, you're welcome to leave. Congratulations." He stuck his hand out for me to shake it but I didn't want to touch him. Female teachers, not such a problem. Male teachers, a whole fucking problem.

"Thank you." I told him as I left. He retracted his hand and smiled warmly at me, as if he was trying to reassure me that he wasn't going to hurt me.

"Thank you for listening," I concluded my ill-thought-out valedictorian speech. I didn't want to make it last for too long, people were all desperate to receive their diploma's or watch their children receive them, including my family and Alex's mom. Max was in the school audience whilst Theresa stood awkwardly with my dad, Miley and Blake, who had insisted on attending her big sister's graduation. My mom was segregated from them, owing to the fact that being a teacher, she had to accompany her class to the ceremony.

People cheered but mainly I noticed people gawking at my bump. I heard a few whispers from stunned parents as I turned to the side and for the first time my bump became obvious underneath my graduation gown.

'The valedictorian is pregnant?!', 'How is the best kid in the grade about to have her own kid?' 'What a slut,' and 'poor kid, I bet she could have got into a really good college if it weren't for that.'

Considering some of the bullshit rumors that I'd heard about myself, those remarks from parents didn't even faze me. I grinned widely at my parents as the principal walked onto the stage and the graduation music began to play. People cheered as names were called. I received my diploma first because of my status as valedictorian and quickly hugged my mom who had a seat at the front with her freshman fifth-period English class. "Congratulations, I love you so much, Mitch." She whispered into my ear as I clung tightly to her shirt with one hand and my diploma with another. My dad and Miley were cheering from the crowd of parents and Blake was literally jumping up and down with excitement. I'd only really met her once but she absolutely adored me already and I'd have been lying if I'd said that the feeling wasn't mutual.

I was getting nervous as the list got closed to 'R,' despite the fact that I was certain Alex would be graduating with me.

"Caitlyn Roberts," The bitch that called me out for being pregnant on my first day back from the hospital accepted her diploma from the principal and I felt butterflies in my stomach at the knowledge that Alex should have been next. "Alex Russo," I yelled in excitement as soon as the name left his lips, receiving a few odd stares from the audience. Alex grinned at me as she absentmindedly shook the principal's hand and took her diploma with an air of pride about her.

"I'm so proud of you," I loosely wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. I didn't care that my family were watching, I didn't care that her mom and brother were either. All I cared about in that moment was kissing my beautiful high school graduate girlfriend.

"I love you," She whispered into my ear before turning me around in her arms so my back was pressed to her front and her hand were placed lovingly on my stomach. "Mom, can you take a picture?" Alex asked her mother hopefully as she made her way over to us. Theresa didn't make an attempt to even answer Alex. She was totally ignoring the way we were holding each other but it didn't matter because my dad was quick to step in behind us.

"Here, I'll take it." He offered kindly whilst putting his hand out to accept our phones. Alex pressed her lips to my cheek and I placed my hands on top of hers which were still resting on my stomach. "Smile big, girls." He told us over the cheers of families of students that were still receiving their diplomas. I wasn't entirely sure whether Theresa, Miley, my dad and Blake should have been up at the front with us but no one was saying anything and the people that were staring were only doing so because of my bump. "Mitch, you need a new phone," My dad stated after taking the photos and handing my slightly scratched iPhone back to me. "Graduation present?" He offered kindly. I grinned at the thought but then shook my head in decline.

"If you're going to get me a graduation present can I have something for the baby? My phone's fine for me but I don't actually have anything for her yet." I told him as I realised that I was literally so unprepared.

"Baby stuff is a necessity, Mitch, your graduation present should be something you actually want. We'll go to the mall when we're finished and get you a new phone and get some baby stuff because you need it." He decided with a smile. I nodded and looked to Alex.

"Can Alex come?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course!" He exclaimed as if I didn't even need to ask.

"I want a picture with Mitchie and Alex!" Blake yelled over the noise. I grinned as she ran at me and I picked her up with a grunt from the sudden extra weight. Alex was slightly taken aback by the fact that the little sister she had never met wanted a picture with her but wrapped her arm around my waist from my left nevertheless whilst I rested Blake on my right hip. My dad pulled out his fancy camera and snapped the picture with a bright flash before accepting Alex's phone and mine again.

"Okay, Blake, can I put you down now please?" I asked her as I gradually slipped her down my side. Blake nodded and grabbed my phone from my dad to look at the picture.

Just as the rest of our grade flipped the tassels from one side of their graduation caps to the other and the audience erupted in loud cheers and 'whoops' I felt a sensation in my stomach like a goldfish swimming rapidly in its bowl. It only lasted for about thirty seconds but I knew instantly what it was; she had finally kicked.

"Lexi," I breathed out inaudibly over the noise. Because her attention was all on me in the first place she heard me and looked at me with a worried glance.

"What? Are you okay?" She asked frantically as she looked around the room for a quick escape route for us.

"She's kicking, Lex. She's actually kicking!" I yelled over the sound which was dying down. I was loud enough to grasp the attention of my mom who came running over and my dad and Miley who smiled at me excitedly. I felt Blake's small hand curve to my stomach at the mention of her first kick and it was quickly accompanied by the hands of Alex, Miley, my dad and my mom.

I didn't think that she'd do it again since they were all waiting to feel it but then I felt the sensation again and watched as all of their faces held realisation and awe, except from Blake who just looked excited.

"Wow!" Blake yelled in amusement. She was the only one that hadn't retracted her hand when she stopped kicking me.

"Where's Ms. Sutton? She'd love this!" Alex asked as she scanned the hall. The celebratory graduation song was playing as the new high school graduates were all being congratulated by their families. As I began to scan for Ms. Sutton as well I spotted Beth and Sam making out in the corner and then saw Beth's mom apparently looking for her. "Oh shit, Beth's mom doesn't know she's gay!" Alex exclaimed. Just then I spotted Ms. Sutton at the back being thanked by a proud parent.

"There she is, let's go tell her."

"Hey, girls! Congratulations on making valedictorian, Mitchie!" She said happily when we fell into her line of sight.

"We have some news." I told her as Alex wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. Ms. Sutton looked at us expectantly. "Give me your hand," I instructed as I took the hand that wasn't occupied by a clipboard. "She's started kicking." I told her as she got a confused look when I placed her hand on my stomach. "Come on, baby, kick for mommy," I begged her quietly. As if she had actually heard me and understood what I said, I got the amazing feeling again.

"Oh, wow!" She looked so happy. When she stopped kicking, Ms. Sutton removed her hand and smiled proudly at me. "Are you having a baby shower?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I wasn't planning on it, we haven't really discussed it. Our friends from here weren't exactly ecstatic about the news."

"You should have one! It'll give me a chance to spoil my goddaughter and my two favorite mothers-to-be." She was smiling at us and constantly changing her eye line from my stomach to my face and Alex's.

"Maybe," I said with a soft smile.

"Mitchie, this one's cute!" Miley called from across the baby store. It was the fifth or sixth one we'd been in after my dad had insisted on us going baby shopping. I was in no position to decline his offer since I hadn't really thought about the cost of all this baby shit but after he'd splashed out on my graduation present of a new phone, a crib, a changing table, near enough a lifetime supply of diapers and other essentials I realised that I did need it. There was no way that I'd have afforded it all on my own in my currently unemployed state of being.

I walked over to Miley to see her holding up a pale pink baby-grow with rabbits on it. It was so tiny, I couldn't believe how small my baby was actually going to be. I crinkled my nose at it in distaste and shook my head. "I want to go with neutral colors, we don't know if she will even like pink. White, mainly, a little bit of blue and a little bit of pink." I explained, earning a look of confusion from Alex and Miley. My dad had taken Blake to a toy store since she'd gotten bored of baby shopping maybe an hour ago.

"Mitch, I don't think she cares. She won't even be able to see the colors to begin with and she won't care enough to kick up a fuss about what color she's wearing." Alex explained with a laugh. I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. I had good reasoning.

"I don't want her fitting into any gender stereotype. She can wear neutral colors until she's old enough to tell me what she wants to wear." I explained as I picked up a plain white baby grow with a Winnie the Pooh character on the chest. It was cute. "I like this one," I said to Miley with a smile, who nodded and took the item from me to put it in the rapidly-filling basket after I'd found it in 'new born' size.

"You're weird, Mitchie," Miley stated with a small laugh. "I like you." She started to glance around the shop for a section that we hadn't yet raided. "We should pick out some clothes for when she's a couple of months older, they grow pretty quick." I nodded in agreement and blindly picked out a few clothing sets in a slightly bigger size. "And some for in case she arrives early, premature babies are really small, like, even smaller than regular babies."

"Don't say that! You're scaring me, Miley." I joked with her. She did have a valid point and we made our way to the preemies section of the store.

"Hey, how are my favorite ladies doing? Are you nearly finished? The table's booked for in an hour." My dad began when he found us. He had Blake riding on his back and grinned at the amount of clothes in the basket. "Glad to see you're not holding back on the spending, Mitch," He joked.

"Sorry, if it's too much we can put a load back. Miley's just busy scaring me about the possibility that she could come early. I doubt we'll fit all of this in our college dorm anyway." I told him with a laugh. He smiled one of those 'I-know-something-you-don't' smiles but I brushed it off. I tossed a few premature-intended clothes into the basket which had filled to the top. It wasn't exactly small, either. I caught my dad shooting Miley a glare from the corner of my eye but I guessed that it was all in jest.

"Don't be silly, Honey. You're welcome to buy whatever you want for her."

"I think we're about done here. Where are you going to dinner?" I asked politely, trying to make a conversation that wasn't about my pregnancy. Conversation with my dad and Miley seemed to be flowing a little easier as I spent more time with them. They were both pretty cool and Alex agreed with me.

"Your mom told me that you like a small Italian restaurant not too far from here?" He asked. I nodded as I remembered the place that he was talking about; it was the place where Alex and I had our first date. Oh, how things had changed and progressed since then. "We're all going there to celebrate your graduation."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dad, I kinda had plans with my mom and Alex for graduation…" I trailed off apologetically.

"I said we're all going, Mitch. Your mom and Alex included. Alex, I asked your mom to come too but she said she's busy, I'm sorry, I did try." He said with a soft smile directed at Alex who nodded. She knew that her mom probably wasn't really busy.

"She's struggling with accepting the whole 'gay-daughter-turned-not-biological-teenage-mother' thing. Mainly the 'gay-daughter' thing though. I don't think she's all too bothered about the teenage mother thing. Thank you for trying." Alex was slightly uncomfortable with my dad still. Not because he intimidated her or anything but because she was meeting her girlfriend's father. It wasn't the same as 'meeting' my mom because as it turned out she already knew her, meeting my dad really was meeting the parent.

"No worries, kiddo. I've told her where we'll be for if she changes her mind and we have an extra seat booked so she is more than welcome. Shall we go and pay for all of this or are you girls still shopping? I think Blake's a little bored." He chuckled as he looked at my little sister hiding between the lower-down clothing racks. She jumped out at the mention of her name and ran over to us.

"I think we're done here. Is there anything else that we even need?" I asked to Miley, guessing that she would know since she'd done the whole 'mother-to-be' thing six years ago.

"Nope, I think we have everything covered. This question is probably a little personal, Mitchie, but are you planning to breastfeed her or bottle feed?" She asked nervously, glancing at my dad. She was probably checking that the mention of my boobs wasn't making him uncomfortable.

"I'm not sure yet, I haven't really made much of a plan for when she's born except the very basics. I guess I'll breastfeed, I've heard that's supposed to be better for her."

"Okay, guys, feeling a little uneasy here. Can we go and pay now please?" My dad intervened with a nervous laugh and loud voice. The thought of having an infant sucking relentlessly on my breasts multiple times per day was uncomfortable for me, let alone my dad.

"To Mitchie and Alex, soon-to-be college scholars." My dad announced over the low music of the restaurant. Everyone at the table agreed and clinked their champagne glasses together, with the exception of my mom who was drinking sparkling water. Blake and I were stuck with coke whilst I watched in envy as Miley, my dad and Alex all enjoyed their champagne.

"This tastes like shit," Alex commented in disgust after what I was assuming was her first taste of champagne. So maybe not all of them were enjoying their champagne.

"Do you want something else to drink, a beer, maybe?" My dad offered knowingly. It was kind of stereotypical of him but from the way Alex was dressed (baggy black jeans and a smart white shirt with a black tie) it was easy to guess that she wasn't much of a wine drinker.

"You mind reader. I'd love one, thanks," Alex agreed eagerly. "Ooh, and here's to me never having to wear a bloody skirt again!" She announced jokingly, although I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was entirely grateful that she'd never have to wear that plaid skirt again. I think I remembered her mentioning her plans to burn it. Everyone at the table chuckled at Alex but put their glasses together nevertheless.

"Shit!" Blake exclaimed happily with an air of innocence that suggested she was simply copying what she had heard. The back of my hand instinctively flew to Alex's arm, scolding her for teaching my little sister such a word. Her eyes widened as she realised what she'd done.

"Oh, Gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't… I'm not used to being around children." She seemed frantic in her apology, like she was terrified that my dad wouldn't like her which I found to be adorable, despite the fact that she had just caused my little sister to cuss.

"Don't worry about it, Alex, she's heard worse. Blake, what have I told you about using those words?" Miley scolded Blake. She instantly got a guilty look on her face and mumbled an apology of some sort to her mother. "Really, Alex, don't fret. It's not the end of the world." Miley tried to reassure Alex who still looked incredibly guilty.

"But if you ever teach our daughter words like that, I won't be so lenient on you." I added quickly, pointing my finger at her.

"Okay, Mitch, so you've had your graduation present from your dad and now it's time for your present from me. Close your eyes." I did as instructed without questioning it as I felt a small box placed in my palm. "Open them," She instructed me again and I did so excitedly. I figured she'd probably bought me jewellery. She nodded, giving me the signal that it was okay for me to open the box. I was shocked and confused about what I found in there.

"Mitchie, that's the key to my old apartment from when I was in college, your apartment now. I never managed to sell it when I was in college and since it was paid for by my parents, it wasn't putting me out to keep it. You and Alex should raise the baby there together rather than attempt to handle her in a tiny college dorm. Before you say anything, I've been planning this for a while and I'm certain about my decision. I already informed the college that you won't be needing accommodation a good while ago, Alex, you no longer have to pay anything toward your scholarship since a lot of the fees are the living costs." My mom explained rapidly to prevent me or Alex from interrupting her.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I felt my heart swell; my mom had basically just given us our first home together that we would use as a family. In the moment of happiness I felt the baby kick and sighed in content. Everything was beginning to look like it would be okay.

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