Hi guys. Just keep my name Lara. I just want to put this out there—not to beg for mercy, but to just relieve the weight I've been carrying for a long time.
I'm just simple. Quiet, focused on my studies, nothing too perfect in my love life. But everything changed when Mama married her new husband. He had a son—Jared. Well, he officially became my stepbrother.
At first, there was nothing. Roommate vibes. We lived in separate rooms, and there seemed to be no chemistry. But as time went on, I got to know him better—he was funny, caring, and a good listener. Before I knew it, we were becoming comfortable with each other.
Until one night when we were alone at home… something happened. Nothing planned. No labels. Just caught in the moment.
I thought it was over. Life goes on. But after a few weeks, I noticed something was changing in my body. Missed period. Morning sickness. I was nervous. I took a pregnancy test—positive.
I literally sat up. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. I was pregnant. And the father? My stepbrother.
I told Jared right away. He was quiet at first. Then he suddenly said, “I'm not going to run away from this, Lara. We didn't mean to, but I'm going to stand my ground.”
To be honest, I was more nervous about telling our parents. I didn't know how they would accept it. But in the end, even though there was anger and confusion at first, they accepted it. Because they saw that we were serious.
Now? It's still not easy. But I'm happy. We have a baby, and as funny as it may sound, I'm proud to say that Jared is the best partner I've ever had. We may not be perfect, but we try to be good parents.
And yes, I know our situation is different. But sometimes, love... you really can't choose where or who you fall for.
