I sit over the toilet, holding the pregnancy test.

It's been almost two months since Bora Bora. During these last few weeks, I've been vomiting so much. Every morning, I wake up sick. Some foods I revolt the taste of. So I decided to get a test.

After waiting for the longest time ever, I check the test.

Positive.

I'm carrying Vinnie's baby. Our baby. The little Hacker. The thing is, all I feel is love for this child. I didn't have any regrets for the baby. All I can feel is happiness. I guess it's because I have an amazing husband and family to support me.

I know that it may be too early for me to have a child. After all, I'm still in college. But, who cares? I'm 21. Vinnie and I are in a committed and happy marriage. Why not add a baby?

When do I tell Vinnie? As soon as I walk out the bathroom, he'll be there waiting for the results.

I take a deep breath and walk out. Vinnie hold his hands over his mouth. I smile, and show him the test.

He screams a scream of excitement, and picks me up.

"ANSH!!! WE'RE HAVING A KID!!! AHHHH!!!"

His reaction makes me so happy. I mean, I know that he wouldn't react any other way. We love each other. Even though this pregnancy came out of nowhere, this baby excites me. Me being a mother excites me.

It's already time for us to go to bed. We decide on telling everyone the next day. I'm just so grateful that I am having a baby with the man I love.