Prologue

Here I am. I'm nineteen and alone. I'm pregnant with twins. No boyfriend. Their dad was just a fling. Something that lasted a total of seven days.

Do I regret anything that led me up to this point? No I honestly don't at the moment. I would do everything the same if I had to.

At first I was shocked. Then I was mad. Now I'm ok with it. I'm actually better than ok with it. When you first feel them kick, no words can describe that feeling. The feeling of love, of contentment.

I'm so excited, I can't wait until they get here. Which will be soon being that I'm 18 weeks along. My doctor is trying to hold out until I'm 21 weeks. I don't think they will wait that long. I just have a feeling they will be here sooner.

Oh shit. . . . . .

My water just broke. . .