April
"What if it had been you?"
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On the surface, I was just like every other girl at school. Except I wasn’t. I was pregnant. My family knew, my closest friends knew—but beyond that, it was a secret I guarded fiercely. Not the teachers, not the rest of the school. No one. Well… except Samuel. Eighteen, two years older, my ex—and the father. I told him I was keeping it. I couldn’t bring myself to choose anything else. He didn’t take it well. He didn’t fight, didn’t argue. He just left—walked away like it was nothing, leaving me to carry the weight of it all alone.
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Present
That day, I sat in the cafeteria with my friends, doing everything I could to stay small, invisible. I wore a fitted black turtleneck under loose vintage jeans frayed at the hems. My Converse were beat-up but reliable—white, black, and navy stitched together like a mirror of the mess inside me. At two months, my bump was still small, still something I could hide. Still my secret.
My brown hair was clipped up, bangs soft around my face—just enough to look like I was fine. Trying to blend in. Trying to be okay when I wasn’t. Trying to carry a truth too big for me.
And then I saw you. Across the cafeteria with your friends, confident in that quiet way only someone sure of himself could be. Samuel’s older half-brother. Twenty-three. Handsome in a way everyone noticed, though you never seemed to care. Grounded. Gentle. The kind of guy who held doors, remembered birthdays, who listened. Steady in all the ways Samuel wasn’t.
We weren’t close, but I remembered the times you visited him. You always smiled, always made me feel seen. And I noticed. God, I noticed. Everyone wanted you. I did too, once—before I ever fell for your brother.
And now, sitting there with my secret pressing against my ribs and my heart in pieces, one thought burned through me:
What if it had been you?
What if the baby I carried was yours?