‘Mollie and me and baby makes three…’ I think nearly every woman becomes like this when finding out they’re having a baby. I mean, apart from the stress of telling my parents and everyone else [which definitely won’t be as hard as telling my parents], JD and I are the two happiest people in the world. Depending on my parents’ reaction and what they’re willing to do for me, we’re planning on me living with JD and working, JD working and going to school. I’m more afraid of telling my parents than what kind of life we’re going to give Audrey. The biggest loss for me, I think, is me not being able to go back to UD. I mean, I’ll finish school, that’s for sure, and no one can stop me, but it won’t be at UD. Of course, like Aaron said, an education is an education, no matter where you get it. I suppose that’s true, but it’s not at all. I love UD because of what it stands for in modern times. But I’ll gladly give up that dream, being all-academic Ashley, getting married after my bachelor’s, for this other dream, being the best mother I can be. I’m kind of glad I’m like I am because of my tendency of throwing myself into all I do—school, after-school activities, work, and now this. I’m afraid, though. I’m afraid I’m going to do my also very normal thing and over-romanticise this and not realize just how hard it’s going to be. I’m afraid of what my father’s going to do. I’m afraid of how I’ll disappoint my mother. And everyone else. But through the fear, I feel myself glow.