Katie Blackwell
loved Michael Kerrigan from the first moment he stopped her at an outdoor
festival. She was fourteen and he was sixteen. For two years Micheal and Katie
were inseparable; they were each others first loves. They experienced all their
firsts together.
Finding out she is
pregnant at sixteen was not part of Katie's plan. When she tells Michael, he
informs her that he has been accepted to an ivy league school; he has no
intentions of staying in Denver to play the role of teen dad.
Scared and alone
Katie has to decide if she is going to terminate her pregnancy or keep the baby
she already loves.
Nine years later
Katie and Micheal will cross paths and past secrets will come to light. Can
mistakes be forgiven? Can first love be rekindled, or will past heartache and
betrayal be to much to overcome?
“Please come this
way,” the nurse says. “We need to do an ultrasound to determine how far along
you are. If you’re under nine weeks, you can choose to take the abortion pill
but if you’re over nine weeks, then you need to have an in-clinic surgical
procedure.” I can feel the panic starting to set in. The nurse takes my hand.
“Listen, you
haven’t made any decision yet. You can walk out of here right now if that’s
what you want.” I nod but don’t respond.
I just sit on the
examining table in silence. The nurse instructs me to pull my shirt up, and she
squirts some kind of gel on my stomach; it’s really cold. Slowly, she moves the
wand around.
“You look to be
about sixteen weeks so if you wanted to proceed today it would have to be a
surgical abortion. I can explain the procedure, we have a coach that can come
in and hold your hand while you have the procedure,” she says with a smile that
doesn’t reach her eyes.
I look at the small
dot on the screen and then she turns a dial, and I hear it: I hear my baby’s
heartbeat and everything becomes so clear to me.
She goes to turn it
off when she sees the tears running down my face, but I grab her hand. “Please,
I just want to hear it a little longer.” I reach my hand out and touch the
screen. She is clicking buttons, and I see pictures coming out the side of the
machine. I don't even ask for them, I just snatch the pictures from the machine
and grip them for dear life. I want to remember this moment; I want to remember
the moment I stopped living for me, and I started living for my child. I look
at the nurse and start getting off the exam table. “I’m not doing it, can I
please go?”
She smiles. “Yes,
let me get you cleaned up and you can go. You have a few more weeks if you
change your mind,” she adds.
“No, I know I want
my baby even if no one else does. Thank you for being so nice,” I say before
running to the waiting room.
Writing a book
takes a lot of energy not just the energy of the person telling the story, but
the Editor, Proofreader, Beta Readers, ARC Readers, Cover Designer, Formatter,
and bloggers or Promotional Team. You can't write a book for free an author has
to pay for those words in a Plain Document to become something on your Kindle
App or in your Hand.
As a writer, you
don't expect everyone to LOVE or even LIKE what you write, but writers don't
write to be praised they write because they enjoy it and it's satisfying. when
your see something that was in your head transformed into an actual book the
feeling is indescribable. I remember when I was young I use to think I would be
a writer when I grew up up like most adults learn, Life happens and you have to
put aside your childish dreams and work, provide, sacrifice. I live in this
real world where every day is is struggle, so I made up a world of Billionaires
and Superstars, in my books with all these characters beauty and charmed lives
they still face semi-real life situation that is why I write fiction, it
suppose to be over the top and unbelievable, if anyone has found any real life
Werewolf or Bear shifters let me know!!!!
So with that said
no matter how many one star reviews I get I will still keep telling my stories,
you don't have to love them and you don't have to like them and I might be the
worst author in the history of Amazon, but that's okay because I'm doing what I
told my younger self I couldn't do.
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