All Chapters of Loved By Coincidence : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

JADA'S POV "Oh God... yes." The words slipped out of me in broken gasps as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer even though he was already pressed against every inch of me. It had been a while since I had felt a man's touch. After my breakup with my ex-boyfriend months ago, I had completely shut myself off from relationships, sex, and anything emotional. I was tired of disappointment. Tired of feeling like I was giving pieces of myself to people who never stayed long enough to deserve them. But the second I felt that man's hands on my body-I couldn't resist the burning desire that left me weak and needy in an instant. The crazy thing was, I wasn't even supposed to sleep with anyone that night. It was supposed to be our last night in Miami before my friends and I went back home. Back to our normal lives. Back to long work shifts, unpaid bills, and pretending adulthood wasn't exhausting. For one week we allowed ourselves to forget all of that. W

JADA'S POV My hands were shaking as I stared at two lines on the pregnancy test. A tear rolled down my cheek, and a heavy pressure settled in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I was pregnant. Deep down, I already knew I was. All the signs were there, but I still hoped. I hoped the test would say I was wrong. Hoped this wasn't real. A shaky breath left my lips as another tear rolled down my face. I wasn't ready for this. It wasn't that I hated the idea of having a baby. I didn't. But how was I supposed to take care of a child when I could barely take care of myself? I worked long shifts at a hotel I could never afford to stay in. My bank account was always close to empty even after getting paid. I had student loans, credit card debt, overdue bills, and stress that never seemed to end. And now I was pregnant by a man whose name I didn't even fucking know. What kind of a sick joke was this? A broken sob escaped me as I buried my face in my hands. The test slipped through

JADA'S POV Growing up in a Christian family, being a pastor's daughter, there were a lot of things that were strictly forbidden. Things that were considered a sin. I grew up hearing words like purity, discipline, and righteousness almost every single day of my life. So, I knew that abortion was never an option. Not only because of my religion but because I personally could not do it no matter how scared I was or how complicated things were about to become. I just couldn't bring myself to punish an innocent baby for my mistakes. For the past two days, I had been crying myself to sleep at night, questioning my life choices. But I quickly came to understand that there was no use in crying over spilt milk. What was done was done. There was nothing I could do that was going to change the situation I was in. I had to accept it and keep moving. I still had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next, but losing my job was definitely not it. So before Ms. Baron fired me, I