A few weeks later, I discovered that I was pregnant.
At first, I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the pregnancy test, unable to speak.
Fear and happiness fought inside me.
I had always wanted children, but I had also wanted to be married before becoming a mother. I worried about how our families would react and whether Daniel would feel that the timing was wrong.
Then I remembered his promises.
He had told me that he wanted a family with me. He had called me his wife for seven years. Surely, the news would make him happy.
I visited a clinic to confirm the pregnancy. When the nurse smiled and congratulated me, tears filled my eyes.
On my way home, I stopped at a shop and bought a tiny pair of white baby socks.
They were so small that I could fit them in the palm of my hand.
