EVELYN

It was my fucking period! That bloody time of the month.

Yass!

Two of my middle fingers right to the face of my subconscious. She was already screaming 'You are pregnant, bitch.'

Now, who is the bitch now?

The chances of me being pregnant was a hundred and one percent impossible. Each time we had sex, I was always on my birth control and he had always had a condom on. Much like we were doing a two factor authentication thingy, you know, adding an extra layer of security in case one ...