For two whole months, I lived under my family's constant ridicule.

But that wasn't the worst part; something even more terrifying was about to happen.

Horrified, I stared at the pregnancy test, watching as the line slowly turned into two, confirming I was pregnant.

Hoping it was wrong, I took another test, but the result was the same.

I was carrying Logan's baby!

The past few months had been a complete hell. I'd become an ...