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Tyra POV

I drive back to the house slowly. I have no idea what to tell Michael. I do not know if he will be happy or if he will be mad. We talked about this, but we knew it would not be possible with my age. This is crazy. I am too old to be pregnant.

I pull into the driveway, and I sit in the truck. For some reason, I start crying. I cannot stop crying. Michael comes out of the house. He walks up to the truck. He opens the door. "Tyra, are you okay?" Michael asks me.

"Well, I am not sure. Define okay?" I ask him.

"Are you healthy? Did you see a doctor? What did they say?" Michael asks.

"I am afraid to tell you," I say.

Michael touches my face and kisses me. I close my eyes and let the tears roll down my face. "Whatever it is, I am here for you," Michael says.

"Michael, I... I.... Fuck.... Michael, I am pregnant," I say, stumbling over my worlds. I am scared to even look at his face.

"Seriously, you are pregnant?" Michael asks.