she was the girl he had taken to bed that night, the first girl he had ever taken to bed.

that day was nearly two months ago now, and they had long since moved on and out of each other's lives and into different bedrooms.

well, she thought she had moved on.

however, everything changed when she started to suspect.

they hadn't used protection, both too drunk and caught up in the lust of the moment to care.

so there she was,

in the bathroom of a gas station.

her eyes were wide as she stared at the little plastic strip in her trembling hands, licking her chapped lips nervously.

funny how one little thing could suddenly change everything,

how one mistake could shape a life forever,

how one thing was either going to make or break her.

tears fell down her cheeks, and she bit her lip harshly to keep her soft sobs in.

one night of forgetting to use protection, one night of forgetting to be on the pill, one stupid night could change a life.

for there, on the little plastic strip in front of her,

were two lines.

and those two lines could only mean one thing.

she was pregnant.

Dedicated to Chrysbliss for calling me a mini riordan