Tiana nods, “I swear it's not some sick joke I came up with, I'm really pregnant, six weeks.”

Six weeks, that's a month a half, I lay back in my seat, nodding at her.

“That means you finally got over your fear?”

“Nope, I didn't. I was simply minding my business, having the best vacation when I went in for a routine checkup with a gynecologist my doctor recommended and her assistant mixed up my file with another, next thing I know, my eggs are fertilized with the devil's semen and I can't have an abortion because he wants this baby, I can give it to him after nine months,...