Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 35 – Marry Me (Anj‘s POV) 

When I was two, Sister Grace made me go and join Anya in school because she thought an environment with children around me would be healthy for me – mentally and physically. Anya was in kindergarten, and I remembered her teacher let me stay in the play area to make myself busy with colorful blocks as they learned to count numbers and read alphabet letters. 

“What did you learn today?” Sister Grace asked me as she picked us up after school. She put me in a toddler carrier and held Anya‘s hand as we all returned to the nursing home. Aunt Rose had to work full time after her husband died in an accident on the job site, s 

after taking care of the residents in the nursing home, picked us up. 

“Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” Anya jumped cheerfully as she answered. 

Sister Grace smiled. “That‘s nice. How about my little angel? What did you learn today?” “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” I repeated Anya‘s answer. Anya wrinkled her nose as she glowered at me. “No, Sister Grace. She‘s only playing at the play area the whole time,” she stuck her tongue out as if pissed that I had to mimic her. 

I recalled Sister Grace laughing at us as we walked happily on the street. That night, as she was bathing me, she was surprised as I started counting anything I saw in our small bathroom and reading letters on the labels of soap and shampoo bottles. It was the beginning that Sister Grace paid attention to my abilities, recognizing me as a child prodigy, someone with a high IQ. She told me I had extraordinary skills with multiple intelligence in spatial and logical mathematics but someone with poor behavior because I was naughty, bold, and sassy. And that behavior pulled me into this situation, beating my big brain. 

When I looked at the plus sign on the pregnancy test, my high IQ was not needed to explain what it meant. My hands trembled as I pushed the small kit to show it to Sister Grace, and once again, her tears rolled down her cheeks again, smiling sadly at me 

My shoulders shook as I sobbed, sitting on her lap and burying my head on her neck as I cried hard. She knew that I had planned my life, but my path and decisions will change with a child on the way. My baby will not be like me, growing up without knowing who I am and where I came from. 

She held my shoulders and moved me away from her to wipe my tears. “Stop crying now,” she said as her fingers combed my hair. “Are you telling him?” 

had the same decision as I was, not telling my father that she got pregnant, that I was born and

the child, we will help you, but if you don‘t like

‘orandchild and my

Marry Me

chuckled gently. “Enough crying. As much as I support your silly decision to keep the baby from

Sister Grace, you

You know that I will not interfere with your decisions unless they hurt you,” she said as she tapped my back. “Now, will you please stand, up? You‘re heavy,” she laughed as she complained,

can you please tell them I‘m in the garden?” I told her, and when she

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divine agency above that I asked for a miracle, not a baby. Yet, looking at the stars sparkling in the sky reminded me of the night I was with Sky at the beach.

on my other side. “I hate it when Uncle Jesse has to call you. Ever since he became a priest, I feel

know,” I turned my head on her

deep sigh, fixing my eyes on the tiny diamonds scattered above us. The graduation will be in four months, and my baby bump will be obvious at six months. Although I could still get up on the stage to get my diploma, I had to wait before pursuing a new degree after graduation. I have been telling Sister Grace of my plan to study Chemistry. “It‘s nothing serious,” I smiled at him, meeting his eyes, and

Anya asked, getting up to look at me. “When I saw Sister Grace, her eyes were puffy from crying. She told me you‘d be staying with her for a while. What happened?” I pursed my lips, not knowing where

dare lie to us, Anj,” she said, still staring

in my eyes again, and I pressed my lips tighter for a while to stop myself from crying. When I knew I could finally speak, I heaved

of what to say next. “I got in the wrong party, and I have no way of calling you because I have no phone,” It was true. “And...” I inhaled a lungful of air but breathed them out as I continued, “I got drunk, and when I woke up, I was...” I stopped. “I

you woke up what?” Anya stammered like she knew