r mother had tried to shield her from their battle episodes but as she got older, Juliana got to witness it more and more without anyone trying to protect her from the kind of damage the

e noticed the gloomy look on her face and wondered what could be wrong. Was she sick? He thought it better he asked. "Sophia, are you not feeling well? Or did someone trouble you?", Rojo asks with genuine concern lacing his every word. Sophia had stayed up for the better part of the night wondering how she should go about telling him. She had stirred and turned in bed without getting as much of an hour's sleep last night. She knew she had to tell him, it was just the how that she did not know about. She just decided to be direct about it, Rojo has always commented on how much he liked her directness after all. As the day progressed, Sophia counted the hours until she had to see Rojo again. She debated telling him at lunch but discarded the idea, she wasn't sure how Rojo would take it, and what if he made a scene in the dining hall? But then she remembered it was a Thursday and Rojo had football practice on Thursday and she decided that after practice would be better. The time was now or never. "Rojo, I'm pregnant." "W-what did you just say? H-how do you mean? That's-that's not possible, it was only once", stammers Rojo. "I didn't see my period last month counting from the dance night and finally I had to take my friend's advice and get a pregnancy test done to rule out pregnancy. It came out positive, Rojo." Juliana's mum had told Juliana that this was the point her father had disengaged his hands from hers and the look of admiration had gone off his face in a flash. It was as if he realised then that they were in uncharted waters and their ship was about to capsize due to the raging storms in unfamiliar territor