Nery

"P-p-pregnant?" I stammered, my voice shaking like jelly. "Uh-huh," the nurse replied, with a ridiculously cheerful smile considering the bomb she had just dropped on me. "Congratulations, future mom." Congratulations? CONGRATULATIONS!? This isn't a wedding! Or a birthday! Not even a passed exam! This is… the end. Or at least, my end. Hooking up with the school’s bad boy. Once. Well… three times. Okay, four. Doesn't matter. The point is, it was a very bad idea. And now I'm pregnant. By him. And no one can know. Well… you can. But promise me you won’t laugh. Or at least, do it quietly. Because this… this is going to be an adorable disaster.

Chaos, mess… and a little bit of madness. That’s how every morning starts in this house. Between alarm clocks that never go off, Colyn shouting “milk!” from his dinosaur crib, Cody looking for his keys with a cup of coffee in his hand (which he inevitably spills), and me… trying not to forget the backpack, the laptop, the notes… or my own sanity. I’m not sure if we’re surviving or living at full speed. But here we are. Together. Laughing, running, and loving… while we build what comes next. Because in the end, the future is made like this: With chaos, mess… and a whole lot of love.