Single Parent

Vanessa was getting choked up again. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me,’ she sobbed. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m crying.’ ‘It’s okay. Let it all out.’ I stroked her back. ‘You are allowed to be vulnerable. No one’s judging you.’ I felt for her. She must be under a tremendous amount of pressure, from work as well as her family. The recent break-up hadn’t helped matters, either. ‘Do you want to talk to someone professional?’ I suggested. ‘I know a good psychiatrist. She helped me a great deal. I could give you her number if you want.’ Vanessa pulled back, sniffled. ‘No, thanks. I’m not depressed.’ She added after a pause, ‘Actually, I do know why I’m crying. It’s a hormonal imbalance. High levels of oestrogen and progesterone are known to be responsible for mood swings.’ My mouth gaped open. ‘Are you saying what I think you are saying?’ She nodded. ‘I’m pregnant.’ ‘What? Are you sure?’ I was surprised and flustered. ‘W-who? Wait, I know who. Kingsley, who else? But you guys ar