"Grego!" Ellie's angelic tone sweetly sweeps across the walls of my ears.

No letter missed my eyes or my ears. A cold but refreshing chill runs down my throat and spine, my heart throbbing with ecstasy.

"So he is the father?" My curiosity howls, a euphoric glee manoeuvring its way through the curiosity, but I block it in my throat.

Ellie's eyes are pointed straight forward, avoiding mine and my mother's as she speaks.

"Yes!" She mutters, her head hunching down.

Everything stands still as I breathe in this new fresh aura. It's a mixture of peace and joy. So tranquil and refreshing.

"How so? The IVF?" I thought I...