Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

Prologue

I felt strange, looking down at that little white contraption. There was a pink stripe slashed against the white. I grabbed the baby-sized box and read the directions to see what that little pink slash represented.

Oh.

It represented pregnancy. I was pregnant? I was pregnant.

I felt nauseous and leaned against the wall to steady myself. An uneasy excitement filled me as I realized the enormity of my discovery. The nausea, the unpredictable mood changes, and the late cycle had convinced me to purchase the test, but I never expected it to be positive.

I mean, seriously, I only did "it" once. I was suddenly convinced that it was God, smiting me from Heaven, as payment for messing around outside of wedlock.

While I crouched in my bathroom, trying to get a grasp on my thoughts, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, examined the caller ID, and ended the call without answering. I couldn't stand speaking to Liam when I knew what was growing inside me: a product of us both.

Abortion was out of the question. I never endorsed the procedure. Call me old fashioned, but being the daughter of a pastor I was slightly biased. The first thing I did, with this new information in mind, was go to the library.

I had a lot of reading to do.