I'm not a whore, don't you dare say that. Yes, I am pregnant. Yes, I don't know who the father was, but at least I have an idea. The lights were dim in my small apartment, I sung to my child. My unborn miracle, I hadn't even seen it yet, but I loved it. My phone buzzed with a text. It was one of the possible fathers. "I just got off the plane, love. I'm back from tour! Want to hang out?"