Thinking about my family hurts me too much, they kicked me out when I was sixteen because I made an unforgivable mistake for them, a sin. I got pregnant at that age, in fact, I found out about my pregnancy on my sixteenth birthday, in the middle of the party I fainted and my parents called the family doctor who told them I could be pregnant, but they didn't want to believe him. They asked me if I was pregnant, but I didn't tell them anything. Yes, I did spend a night with my ex-boyfriend, but it was because he drugged me and I don't remember much of that night.

In my family, we are raised to remain pure until marriage, that's why I never wanted to have intimacy with my ex, but he didn't want to wait and gave me a drug that made me the one who sought him out for sex. I didn't have any evidence, so I didn't tell my parents.

When the blood tests came back positive, my father slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground and started crying. My mother yelled at me that I was a disappointment to the family and that's how we left the clinic. When we arrived home, I told them what happened, but they didn't believe me. They told me I was a whore who brought shame to the family, and my father banished me from the family.

"You have one hour to pack your things and leave my house. From now on, I only have two sons. You are no longer part of this family," were my father's harsh words.

No matter how much I begged him to believe me, to listen to me, he wouldn't. With that pain in my heart, I went up to my room, took a handbag, and packed the essentials for a few days. In my purse, I put my documents, some money I had, my cellphone, and a few of my jewelry. I went downstairs and everyone was in the living room, including my grandparents, who never liked me because I was a girl.

"I told you that girl would only bring shame to the family," commented Leonardo, my paternal grandfather.

"Thank goodness we haven't introduced her to society, so no one will remember this shame," spoke Rodrigo, my maternal grandfather.

I looked at my brothers, the oldest one is Franco, who is two years older than me, and the youngest is Fabio, who is ten years old. They both looked at me with sadness, but they couldn't do anything against my parents' decision. I left the Ortega's grand mansion, and to my misfortune, it started to rain. I ran as fast as I could to my ex's house since we lived in the same neighborhood. I arrived quickly and knocked on the door. His nanny opened it.

"Hello, Sol. Come in, it's raining. What are you doing in the street with this rain? And on your birthday," Ines, Hugo's nanny, inquired, a sweet and kind woman.

"Hello, nanny. I'm looking for Hugo. Is he in the house?" I asked nervously and feeling cold.

"Yes, my girl. He is in his room. You know you can come in without being announced," the nanny told me, and I walked towards Hugo's room. It was obvious that he hadn't told anyone we broke up. When I stood in front of his room's door, I knocked, and he allowed me to enter.

"Come in, nanny. You know you shouldn't knock," Hugo spoke, thinking it was Ines.

"I'm not the nanny," I said as soon as I opened the door, and Hugo looked at me with surprise, maybe even joy.

"Sol, beautiful, you're here. Please tell me you forgive me for what I did. I was an idiot who let myself be influenced by his friends' advice. Please, Sol," Hugo pleaded.

"You shouldn't have done what you did, and if you did, you should have taken care of us," I replied, looking into his eyes.

"Why do you say that, Sol?" Hugo asked.

"Because I'm pregnant," I spoke while tears escaped from my face.

"Sol, are you really expecting my child?" Hugo asked, surprised.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm so sure that my parents kicked me out and told me I'm no longer their daughter," I responded with a lot of pain.

"Sol, forgive me, I promise you that I will support you in everything, I will take care of you and our baby, I love you and if I made a mistake by giving you that drug, please forgive me," Hugo spoke desperately.

"It's okay, Hugo, our relationship will never be the same, but we can try for our baby," I responded.

And well, I don't really have many options. It's either try with Hugo, my first love and father of my baby, or live on the street pregnant and completely alone.

"Well, tomorrow we will talk to my parents. Now, change out of those wet clothes and let's rest. I think you need it," Hugo commented.

"Yes, you're right," I responded and went into the bathroom, where I took a hot shower and took out a pajama from my bag. When I came out of the bathroom, Hugo was already waiting for me to sleep.

Hugo kissed my lips and I responded, then he hugged me and we fell asleep that way. The next morning, we prepared to have breakfast and talk to his parents.

I was very nervous at the table, and it was Hugo who announced the news to his parents.

"Dad, mom, there's something we want to tell you," Hugo announced to his parents.

"What is it, son?" his father asked.

"Sol is expecting my child," Hugo replied, holding my hand.

"What are you saying? This must be a joke. You're sixteen years old, you can't have a child now. You'll ruin your future," Hugo's father spoke angrily.

"I agree with your father, Hugo. The best thing would be to terminate this pregnancy," Hugo's mother expressed.

"Mom, it's your grandchild. How can you ask us to do that?" Hugo spoke indignantly.

"I'm saying it because it's the best thing to do," Hugo's mother said.

"Yes, Hugo, either you terminate this pregnancy or you won't have anything to do with us. It's either that baby or your family," his father yelled.

"I choose my child," Hugo responded sternly.

We went up to his room for my bag, and he packed his things as well. He took out the little cash he had and some golden watches and small valuables he had.

Hand in hand, we left his parents' house.

"Hugo, are you sure about what you did?" I asked as we walked hand in hand.

"It's my fault you're pregnant. I won't leave you alone with the baby. I'll look for a part-time job; I have to do something, but I won't leave you alone," Hugo responded.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and he smiled at me. Together, we took a taxi and asked the driver to take us to a place where they rented cheap rooms, and the driver took us there.

We arrived at a boarding house where we rented a small room consisting of a bathroom, a bedroom, and a small kitchen.

"It's not much, but I'll work hard to give you both everything you deserve, I promise," Hugo tells me.

Will he be able to keep that promise?

Hugo got a part-time job, he doesn't earn much, but it helps us pay rent and food. I make some money helping at a supermarket, which also helps us. I was four months pregnant when my baby started moving strongly. Hugo was thrilled and showered my belly with kisses. We were happy, and I thought it would always be this way, but I was wrong.

When I reached five months, everything started to change. We didn't have enough money, and Hugo was always in a bad mood, so he would leave the house upset. There were nights when he wouldn't come back, and it started to worry me.

At six months pregnant, he started disappearing for days, spending less and less time with me, and he stopped caring about the baby. Until one day, everything ended.

"I've been seeing my parents; I stay with them on the days I'm not with you," Hugo confessed.

"What made them change their minds? Why do they want to help you now?" I questioned.

"My parents proposed something that I think is best for everyone," Hugo commented.

"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.

"They proposed paying for our education. We can live with them again and, once we finish our studies, they'll support us in getting married," Hugo spoke.

"In exchange for what?" I asked fearfully.

"In exchange for giving the baby up for adoption," Hugo answered, surprising me.

"I won't leave my baby with a stranger," I responded.

"Think about it, Sol. We are too young to raise a child, and we have nothing to offer. We can find a good family with money who can truly take care of him. He won't lack anything," Hugo said.

"He'll be missing me, his mother. I won't leave my son," I stated firmly.

"Is this your final word?" Hugo asked.

"Yes, I prefer my son a thousand times over your family and their money," I replied.

"Then this is goodbye, Sol. Because today, I'm going back to my old life. I love you, but I can't handle this poverty," Hugo expressed, leaving the pension where we lived.

That night I cried like never before. I didn't know what to do. I was six months pregnant, with almost no food and very little money. Fortunately, we had paid the rent just two days ago, so I had time to get the next month's rent, but I didn't have enough money for my prenatal check-up. Well, I guess I won't go. The doctor told me last time that everything was fine, a bit underweight but normal for teenage mothers like me. But he recommended that I try to eat better and consume red meat. That's what I did this month, I hope it worked because I won't be able to attend my next appointment.

Time went by, and I couldn't afford to stop and cry. I kept going to the supermarket, now working all day to earn more money. But even with that, I still couldn't afford to pay the rent, so I was evicted from where I was living. With seven months of pregnancy, I started sleeping in parks. I knew it was dangerous, but I had no other option.

That's how I lived for three weeks, in the streets and eating with the little money I earned at the supermarket. Until one night in the park, I felt a sharp pain in my belly. When the pain passed, I decided to walk to the nearest public health center. But to get there, I had to pass by many private hospitals, where they would never attend to me for not having money. So, I kept walking, trying to ignore those places. When I passed by one of those hospitals, the pain returned but even stronger this time, so much that I fell to the ground while clutching my belly.

"Oh, God, help me," I pleaded through tears.

"Are you okay?" a well-dressed man asked. The pain was so intense that I couldn't see him clearly.

"It hurts so much," I replied, crying.

"We are in front of the hospital, let me help you in," he commented, and I refused.

"I don't have money, this place is too expensive," I responded, in great pain.

"Don't worry, a friend works here, I'll help you," the stranger comments, and before I can speak, he takes me in his arms and we enter the hospital.

A doctor looks at us surprised, apparently she is his friend. I can't hear what they say because the pain intensifies, and I start screaming. The pain becomes unbearable, but she quickly asks for a stretcher. They take me to a room. The pain is so intense that I can't bear it, and suddenly everything turns black for me. The pain is so strong that I lose consciousness. I don't know what will happen to me or my baby. I am alone, with no one willing to help me.

ANGEL WALTON

I am thirty years old, I am the only son of the Walton family, what I want most in life is to be a father, a dream that has not been fulfilled for various reasons, at first I dedicated myself only to my career to get to the top and then to support myself, When I was already there my grandfather and my parents put me in charge of their companies to reward me for having made my fortune without their help, then the women who approached me were only models who would not damage their body with a pregnancy or joke so none of them got pregnant with me, then I had a couple of girlfriends who seemed decent and would be good mothers, but they turned out to be sluts that I found with others in bed and finally there was Carla Rios who was my girlfriend for the last three years I thought she would be the mother of my children in fact she was pregnant, but she called me telling me she had a miscarriage that devastated me, I called my friend and almost sister Paola koch who is an excellent OB/GYN to check her out but she gave me some news that made me hate Carla, she told me that Carla caused the miscarriage, I confronted Carla and she did not deny it she told me she did not want children, she was only 24 years old and she was not willing to harm her body now, I wanted to kill her but my friend stopped me and advised me to stay away from her.

Today I decided that if I haven't found the perfect woman to be my wife and mother of my children it's for a reason, maybe I don't need to get married to be a father, today I decided to rent a womb and have a child that only belongs to me so that no woman can come to destroy my life or that's what I planned.

When I was arriving at the clinic where my best friend Paola Koch works, I saw a pregnant girl in a lot of pain, I went to help her and she didn't want to go in because she didn't have money to pay, I told her not to worry and took her in my arms, I went with her to the hospital and everyone looked at me surprised, especially Paola who approached me quickly.

"what's wrong with him? asked paola***."

"I don't know, I found her in pain in the street, they come with a stretcher for her and I place her there."

She was quickly taken to a room, where the girl lost consciousness and that made me worry.

"what's wrong with him?," ask.

"I don't know, but I think we should take the baby out, you brought her here, you have to sign as responsible in case something happens," said paola.

"but I don't know her," respond.

"so you want us to let them both die," paola said.

"of course not, where I sign," *responded* *quickly*.

"the nurse will take you to sign and fill out everything you have to sign now I can't waste any more time, we will take her to the operating room," paola.

A nurse took me to fill out the girl's admission and of course I didn't know anything about the girl, but I signed as responsible for her and her baby, a nurse came out of the operating room with the girl's documents and they reviewed them to fill out her medical history.

The girl's name is Sol ortega and she is only sixteen years old, she is a girl who is about to become a mother, how could this happen to her, where are her parents, where is the baby's father, why was she alone in the street, these are questions that only she can answer.

"Sir, we found this in the girl's purse, a nurse hands me a notebook and when I open it there are several phone numbers but there is one that caught my attention, the one that says mansion ortega***."

I decided to call maybe it was her house and her family is worried about her.

📱- mansion ortega who would you like to talk to, - answered a woman I guess the employee.

📱- good evening I would like to speak to Sol ortega's parents ,- respondi.

📱- wait a moment,- there was silence for a few seconds until a man answered.

📱- who is this?"- an angry male voice spoke.

📱- sir I am speaking from the hospital it is about your daughter and grandson ,- try to explain but I won't let you.

"Listen to me carefully, don't call this house again, Sol Ortega is dead to all members of this family, and we don't care what happens to her or her bastard," the man spat and hung up the phone.

I filled with anger at how that man spoke about the innocent baby who is fighting alongside his mother. I long to be a father, my parents long to be grandparents, and that man chose to declare his daughter dead and disown his grandchild. If I had him in front of me, I would punch him for being an idiot.

I waited in the waiting room for several hours until Paola came out, looking exhausted.

"How are they?" I asked.

"They're both stable for now. It's a girl, but she's premature, which is why she's in the incubator. She's also very thin, and it's obvious that both of them lacked proper care. There wasn't good nutrition. It's a miracle that they're still breathing," Paola replied.

"I think she lives on the streets. I called her parents, and they said she's dead to them and they don't care what happens to the baby," I commented.

"Despicable," Paola said angrily.

"Yeah, I want to punch them too," I commented.

"Come, there's someone I'm sure you'll love," Paola didn't let me speak and led me to where the premature babies were.

"Is this her?" I asked, seeing the only girl in the incubator.

"Yes, she's small and needs to regain weight, but it's clear that she'll be very strong. She looks a lot like her mom. Both of them are fighting to survive," Paola said.

"She's a lovely girl," I commented, mesmerized by the beautiful girl in front of me.

How can such a small and thin little thing make me feel so much? Who wouldn't want such a pretty doll? She's beautiful.

"Come," Paola takes me to change and allows me to enter the incubator. She lets me touch her through a small window.

"She's so fragile," I commented.

"Both of them are, and both need protection, and she needs a dad," Paola said.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Have you seen the news?" Paola asked.

"No, and don't tell me you saw them in the operating room," I spoke while still looking at the baby.

"No, but I checked my phone. Come, let's go to my office so you can see," Paola said.

We went to her office, and she showed me the news on her computer, where the headlines were unbelievable.

I was paralyzed, looking at the image of him entering the clinic carrying Sol, and how Paola quickly took her to a room. There's also a picture of me filling out the necessary documentation for her admission. This is crazy.