Jax

Two words.

Something so small and seemingly insignificant shouldn’t have any power at all. But it does. It has all the power in the world. That’s all it takes to monumentally change everything forever.

Your present.

Your future.

Your life.

Forget every single plan you’ve made or any plans you haven’t even thought of making. One simple phrase alters everything permanently. Those two words flashing up at me from the screen make my phone heavier with each additional glance. I can’t unsee what I’ve read, and I really wish I could take it all back, ignore the message even for a moment longer so I could appreciate everything before it came through. But I know all too well you can’t take anything back. I try not to live my life with regrets, but there are definitely a couple of things in my life I would alter if I could.

The pressure of the phone in my palm is like a thousand pounds rapidly increasing in size, and my hand is failing at holding all of that weight up in the air. My entire body collapses to the floor as I try to focus on evening out my breathing. The once plush carpet is like sandpaper against my bare knees, but that’s nothing compared to the internal battle I’m fighting. My empty hand grasps at my chest in an attempt to slow down my heart rate, and the crushing mass there intensifies. My breathing falters as I try to gasp even the slightest amount of oxygen into my lungs. I glimpse down again as my panic attack shows zero sign of waning and a single tear falls down my cheek.

I’m pregnant.

How the hell did this happen?