"I'm going to pass this test no matter what gets in there, studied well, hard, got everything. Good signs are what I need, other than a thunderstorm," tongue poked out, I worked on the large canvas and the huge mathematical calculations drawn on it.

Tomorrow was my twelfth grade final exam. Tomorrow was where my future starts, good or bad.

I was a wreck. Strong headache, toothache, and backache. I felt horribly sleepy, and the bags underneath my eyes could never be more visible.

I was alone, no family, no siblings, no nothing. Just a tiny home I lived in, with huge hope inside me that I could do something useful by passing my test tomorrow.

Studying for eleven hours straight, while I'm currently solving the most complex equations under an oil lamp foreshadowed good, but the horrible weather outside at two in the morning, said otherwise.

My head perked upwards at the sound of the doorbell ringing and I immediately jerked off the wooden table.

Who could possibly come by at such a night?

I left the tiny pencil, glued to my hands and sprinted to the door opening it to..

"Hey Theo. Remember me?...the one night stand...?"

I was completely confused at to who was standing right in front of my doorstep. Clara.

My mistake exactly nine months ago.

The bitch of the school.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"I'm here, to...uhm, this is your daughter, Lia."

Frozen. I froze to what she just said. I have a daughter.

I'm a father.

"You got pregnant after our..?" I scratched my already messed up head, seeing her nod.

"You can do DNA tests, but...she already has all of you and you can tell just by looking at her," she took off the blanket covering the newborn baby's face, to reveal an angel. A mirror I could look at forever.

"Do you want her? Because if not, I'll just leave her by the adoption-"

"No , No, No," I freaked out at her words, taking the delicate body in my arms. "Of course I'm going to keep her, but aren't you going to do so too? You're her mother. I'm willing for us to get back together just for-"

"My boyfriend and I don't want her."

I looked her straight in eyes, and as the anger inside me boiled. What could I possibly do to prevent my fist from contacting with her painted, disgusting face?

"You're a bitch," I scoffed, slamming the door right at her face before hugging the tiny baby girl in my arms.

How could the world be this heartless? Are newborn babies objects nowadays?

Was my daughter going to be an orphan in a disgusting place?

"No way could I ever let that happen to you baby," I whispered, smiling at the sight of her big hazel eyes and those green flecks that surrounded her orbs. She was such a sweetheart.

"You could be my good sign, Lia. I already love you."

I never knew 💔💔💔

I'm dedicating this chapter, the whole story to her, because she's a sweetheart.

She went through so much and I honestly wish I could just give her a hug because of what I read in her book, 'dear diary' . I almost tested at your words.

I love you so much💖 and I love all of you guys ❤️❤️❤️