#Chapter101

Sophie's P.O.V.

My mother exhales nervously as she mixes her tea with the spoon. "I can't believe you're pregnant." she whispers.

I bite my lip. "Me neither. I still have to go to a gynecologist to be absolutely sure, but the doctor said it's almost impossible to be anything else."

"We're not mentioning this to your father until we go to the gynecologist." she tells me and I happily agree.

I was horrible telling mum, I can't imagine how it will be with dad.

"How far along do you think you are?" mum asks and I think about it.

"Three weeks." I think about it some more. "Well, two...