- Mar 20, 2014
- 1,228
- Gender
- Female
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Posting Status
- Weekly

Mia had accidentally gotten pregnant, gotten the March Virus at the same damn time, wound up in quarantine which nearly got bombed, and then…her boyfriends left her. Both of them. Dorian was gone, flew back to Europe. Logan ran off, who knows where and supposedly with a drug addict. A huge slap in the face for Mia, who had worked so damn hard to be off of drugs herself. Neither of them were ready for fatherhood, so they left.
But Mia was not afraid. She had been through too much to be scared just because her boyfriends ran off. She was still going to have her baby, and she was going to keep it, too. If that meant being a single mom, then she had accepted that. Besides, even without those two, she still had an amazing amount of support on Manta Carlos.
Now she was in the hospital with two of her dearest friends—Malara and Shay—who both agreed to come with her to her second ultrasound. Her first was during the quarantine, alone. She managed, but…Gods, she really did not want to do it again all alone. She wanted to talk to someone during it, about what they were seeing. She wanted to share the experience with someone.
Now here she was, around a month later—showing just a small hint of a baby bump, and so curious to see just how much that little ‘bean’ she had seen in her first ultrasound had grown. And this time, she wasn’t alone.
Taking a breath, Mia approached the front desk and explained that she had an ultrasound appointment.
“Ah, that is...Mia Crawford-Delacroix?”
Mia cringed a bit. She had made the appointment when she was still using those last names.
“It’s, um, just Mia now. But yes, that’s me.”
The receptionist nodded and told her she could have a seat. Mia went back over to Malara and Shay then, and gave each of them a tight hug.
“I’m so glad you two could come with me…”
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