Jennifer had been feeling distant since she married Martin because of his daughter. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fit into their family. Her biggest challenge came when Martin found a positive pregnancy test in the trash.

Jennifer sat by the window with her headphones on, reading a book.

This had become her favorite pastime recently. Ever since she married Martin, her life changed drastically. She loved Martin, and he loved her.

However, Martin had a daughter named Carrie, who had disliked Jennifer from the start. Carrie had just turned eighteen but still behaved rebellious.

But when Jennifer put on her headphones and got lost in her favorite book, she could forget about her worries for a while and find peace.

The living room was quiet, except for the soft hum of music in Jennifer’s ears and the gentle rustle of pages as she turned them.

The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over her, making her feel calm and secure. But this tranquility was short-lived.

Glancing up from her book, Jennifer saw a furious Martin standing in front of her.

His face was red, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, so she removed her headphones.

“When were you planning to tell me about this?!” he shouted, his voice shaking with anger.

“Tell you about what?” Jennifer replied, genuinely confused.

“About what? Nothing’s happened, Jennifer? Are you sure?” Martin’s voice dripped with sarcasm, his eyes glaring into hers.

“Martin, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Just tell me what’s bothering you,” Jennifer said calmly, though her heart was beginning to race.

Martin gave an exasperated smile and held up a pregnancy test. “This! You think I don’t have a right to know about this?”

Jennifer’s eyes widened in shock.

“Where did you find it?” she asked, her heart pounding louder now.

“In the bathroom trash. Does it matter where I found it? It’s positive! Were you planning to tell me you’re pregnant?”

Martin’s voice rose in anger, echoing through the quiet house.

Jennifer felt a wave of dizziness.

“You’re jumping to conclusions, Martin. Please calm down!” she pleaded, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Jumping to conclusions? Jennifer, this is our future child we’re talking about! Were you planning… I don’t even want to think about it,” he said, his voice breaking as he tried to control his emotions.

“I wasn’t planning anything. Please, calm down. Let’s sit and talk about this tonight. Right now, you need to go to work,”

Jennifer urged, hoping to defuse the situation.

“Work!?..” Martin exhaled heavily, trying to calm himself. “Fine. We’ll talk tonight.”

As Martin left, Jennifer was left alone with her thoughts. She sighed deeply and closed her book.

The peace she had found was gone. She glanced at the clock, realizing how much time had passed.

She stood up and walked to the kitchen, her mind racing with thoughts of the conversation she had just had.

Jennifer couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in her chest. She replayed the scene over and over in her head, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

Looking out the window, Jennifer watched the cars pass by, her mind drifting back to the early days of her relationship with Martin.

Jennifer approached Carrie’s room and knocked softly on the door. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Can I come in?”

“Yes,” Carrie replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jennifer opened the door and stepped inside, leaning against the wall as she surveyed the room.

It was cluttered with clothes, books, and posters, a typical teenager’s room.

But what struck Jennifer the most was the look on Carrie’s face—quiet and guilty. She could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes.

“Carrie, we need to talk,” Jennifer began gently. “I need to know what’s going on.”

Carrie took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears. “Thank you for not telling Dad that the test was mine,” she said, her voice trembling.

“You’re welcome, but what are you going to do now?” Jennifer asked, her tone filled with concern.

“I don’t know,” Carrie replied, her voice shaking. “I’m scared.”

Jennifer walked over and sat on the edge of Carrie’s bed, trying to offer some comfort.

“Unfortunately, you need to make a decision quickly. This isn’t like choosing a major, though you didn’t handle that well either,”

Jennifer said gently, trying to keep the mood light despite the seriousness of the situation.

Carrie looked down at her hands, her voice bitter. “What’s the point of choosing when Dad decides everything for me anyway?”

Jennifer sighed, understanding her frustration. “If you’re pregnant, you can’t continue with medical school,” she pointed out gently.

“I’m not going to be pregnant,” Carrie insisted, her voice rising with desperation.

“Really? This test says otherwise,” Jennifer said, holding up the test showing two clear lines.

“If you lend me some money… then…” Carrie started, her voice trailing off.

“Don’t rush into a decision, Carrie. What about the baby’s father? Does he know?” Jennifer asked, her voice softening as she tried to understand the full situation.

“He won’t find out,” Carrie said, with tears in her eyes again.

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend. He deserves to know,” Jennifer said, her heart aching for Carrie.

Carrie tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Finally, she broke down in tears. “He dumped me,” she sobbed.

Jennifer’s heart broke for Carrie. Understanding the situation, she walked over and hugged her tightly.

She wanted to comfort the girl, even though she wasn’t her biological daughter, and their relationship had always been strained.

But right now, none of that mattered. She wanted to help.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll figure this out. Martin and I won’t let you go through this alone,” Jennifer whispered, holding Carrie close. “We’ll support you no matter what you decide.”

Carrie clung to Jennifer, her sobs gradually subsiding. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to do, but knowing you’re here helps.”

Jennifer pulled back slightly, looking into Carrie’s eyes. “We’ll take it one step at a time. First, we’ll talk to Martin. Then we’ll figure out what’s best for you and the baby.”

Carrie nodded, a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Okay. I’ll try to be strong.”

Jennifer smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Carrie’s face. “You are strong, Carrie. And we’re here for you. We’ll get through this together.”

That evening, Martin returned home, tired from a long day at work. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed Jennifer and Carrie sitting at the table, their faces serious.

“What’s going on? Why is Carrie with you?” Martin asked, confusion evident in his voice.

“Martin, sit down. She needs to be part of this conversation,” Jennifer said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Martin looked puzzled. “She’s not involved in this. She should be focusing on her studies and getting into medical school. She has a bright future ahead,” he insisted, his voice rising slightly.

Carrie took a deep breath, her hands trembling. “Dad… I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” Martin asked, his brow furrowing with worry.

“It’s my test,” Carrie admitted, her eyes filling with tears.

“What?! That can’t be true!” Martin exclaimed, his face turning pale with shock.

“It is, Martin. Believe her,” Jennifer added, her voice calm but firm.

Stunned, Martin sank into a chair, his head in his hands. “How? What do we do now? What about your education, your future?” he asked, his voice filled with despair.

“Education? Is that all you care about? I don’t care about medical school. I never wanted to be a doctor!” Carrie shouted, her frustration boiling over.

“Sweetheart, what are you saying? It’s your future,” Martin said, bewildered.

“Not anymore,” Jennifer interjected, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

“I’ve made up my mind. She’s too young to be a mother. Her education is what matters most,” Martin argued, trying to regain control of the situation.

“What? Do you realize what you’re suggesting? Have you even asked her what she wants?” Jennifer stood up for Carrie, her eyes blazing with determination.

“Ask a girl who spent her time with some boy instead of studying? No thanks! She’ll do as I say,” Martin insisted, his voice harsh.

“No, Dad! I don’t want to!” Carrie cried, tears streaming down her face.

“You better stay quiet. You’ve said enough. You’ll do as you’re told,” Martin snapped, his frustration turning into anger.

Jennifer’s patience finally snapped. “I can’t take this anymore. She’s a grown woman, and she’ll make her own decisions!” she shouted, her voice shaking with emotion.

“You want her to be a young mother? What about her career?” Martin argued, his voice desperate.

“Her career doesn’t matter as much as her happiness. All you care about is education. You haven’t even asked her about the baby’s father or if everything is okay with them!” Jennifer countered, her voice firm.

“But…” Martin started, but Jennifer cut him off.

“Do you want her to regret this decision for the rest of her life? Even if she makes a mistake, let her choose for herself. As parents, we’ll support any decision she makes and always help her!”

Jennifer said firmly, her eyes locked onto Martin’s.

Martin looked at Jennifer, understanding dawning in his eyes. He realized she was right.

He had been so focused on what he thought was best for Carrie that he hadn’t considered her feelings. He nodded slowly, his anger melting away.

Jennifer turned to Carrie, her expression softening. “And you, young lady, will introduce me to your boyfriend. I’ll talk to him myself. He’s a man and should take responsibility.”

Carrie nodded, wiping her tears.

The tension in the room began to lift as they all took a deep breath, preparing to face the challenges ahead together.

It wouldn’t be easy, but as a family, they would find a way to support each other and make the best decisions for Carrie’s future.

Jennifer and Carrie visited Carrie’s boyfriend, Billy, and his parents. The atmosphere was tense, and everyone clearly felt the weight of the situation.

Jennifer broke the ice, “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. We have something important to discuss.”

Billy’s parents exchanged worried glances. “What’s going on?” Billy’s father asked.

Carrie, her voice trembling, said, “I’m pregnant.”

Billy’s face turned pale. “Pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me, Carrie?” he asked, shocked.

“I just found out,” Carrie replied, her eyes filling with tears. “I was scared and didn’t know what to do.”

Billy’s mother put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together, Billy.”

Jennifer then spoke to Billy’s parents, “This is a difficult time for all of us. Carrie and Billy need our support now more than ever.”

Billy’s father nodded. “We had no idea things were this serious between them. We’ll support whatever decision they make.”

Jennifer added, “Carrie has decided that her education can wait. Right now, she wants to focus on having the baby and starting a family.”

Billy’s mother smiled gently, “Love knows no age. We’ll be here for both of you, every step of the way.”

Jennifer felt a sense of relief wash over her. “Thank you all. We can’t shield our children from the world, but we can help them stand strong.”

The families spent the rest of the evening discussing plans and offering support, knowing that while the journey ahead would be challenging, they would face it together, united in their love and commitment to the young couple and their future child.

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