Young Adult Sweet Inspirational Romance
Megan believes if she can dream it then she can do it until her story changes unexpectedly.
Growing up, Megan O’Brien believes she can become anything she wants to be, do any job she sets her sights on, and she has never been anything but focussed on her future career as a Gaming Developer.
She falls for handsome Donovan when he transfers in from another school, and then her high aspirations disappear before her eyes when she must consider a decision she never imagined she would ever have to make: an abortion.
At St. Mary's Home for Unwed Mothers, she meets Marcus and even though cute boys should be the very last thing on her mind, he makes her feel as if she is not such a huge outcast as she thinks she is.
Megan needs to find the strength to triumph over adversity and to make her dreams come true, despite life throwing her a curve-ball in the form of David.
It was early autumn in her sixteenth year.
Megan sat in the chair facing the window with her legs pulled up to her chest, looking out at the large oak trees dropping their leaves. An orange and brown carpet covered their back garden.
Her mum pretended everything was okay even though it was far from okay. Her dad smiled when he saw her, but mostly, avoided her. It was as if he did not want to be in the same room as her more than necessary.
Although she tried hard, she could not stop the thoughts running through her mind.
Such a fitting word.
Fall in love.
Late at night when she could not chase these looping thoughts from her mind, she listened to her mum and dad talk about her through the thin wall separating their rooms. Her mum thought Megan was depressed, because, according to the wisdom of being a parent, it was the only reason for never leaving the house, spending more time than necessary in bed, and listening to the same songs over and over.
The reason Megan never wanted to leave the house since the cataclysmic end of her perfect world was so much more layered than just being depressed.
Her friends, the people she once considered as the centre of her entire world, gave her those looks now. Looks full of amusement, pity and shame.
It was still too new.
She had not yet accepted her fate.
Six months ago, her shiny, bright train packed full of dreams and hopes chugged along the smooth, flat tracks to Destiny. The scenery was beautiful—never a dark cloud, never a dark tunnel without a light at the end. It was a smooth ride, until… Until she fell in love and boy, did she fall hard.
She turned away from the window and scanned her bedroom. It was a typical bedroom, nothing to write about and no later than next week, when she had made her final decision, this ordinary room might become, depending on what she decided, her sanctuary for the next seven months. She doubted she could face the world once her body changed slowly, but surely. This was a condition she could not hide from the world unless she stayed within these four walls.
It was a decision she had to face, push through. The options had to be weighed. She knew what she had to do if she wanted her train to Destiny to get back on track. She knew it, so why was she hesitating? Why wonder, what if?
"Megan," her mum said as she knocked on the door. "Time to go."
Megan stood up from the chair and followed her mum to her car.
They drove along the quiet mid-morning road without saying a word.
Megan saw her mum chew her bottom lip. Her mum was bursting at the seams to voice her opinion, to tell Megan which choice to make, but Megan had to give her mum credit. For once, she did not interfere. She knew it was not her decision, not something she would have to live with for the rest of her life.
To help Megan make this momentous, life-changing decision, based on facts and not feelings, her mum had brought her here to St. Mary's Home for Unwed Mothers.
Her mum pulled into a parking spot in front of the red-brick building, while Megan pretended to look for her phone to avoid the inevitability of sharing her secret with strangers. She did not want more people to know about her condition. They would give her the same looks she now got from those who used to be her best friends.
As their eyes filled with judgement, so her mind would fill with thoughts of shame. She used to ridicule girls who fell pregnant at sixteen. She thought they were stupid. Had they never heard of contraception? Worst of all, she thought they were too easy to spread their legs. Now, she was in the same boat and she was not stupid, nor did she spread her legs too easily—she was too quick to judge.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Her mum interrupted her thoughts.
"No, it's fine," Megan said.
"I love you," she said as Megan got out of the car.
"Love you too, Mum."
"I'll be right here if you need me," she said through the rolled-down window as Megan walked toward the steps leading up to a red-bricked wrap-around porch and a faded wooden door.
A boy was leaning against the red-brick wall with his back to the parking area, and as Megan reached for the doorknob she glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at her.
He was tall and muscular with dark hair, straight and short. He looked about seventeen, maybe a year older, and he stood with his arms folded across his chest.
Megan looked away, conscious of her long list of inadequacies. The old tights she was wearing had a hole in the knee, and a used-to-be white T-shirt, which now had a tinge of grey, three sizes too big to hide her secret. She had not bothered to brush her shoulder-length brown hair, just pulled it into a ponytail at the back of her head.
She dared another glance back at him, while her hand turned the round doorknob.
He was still looking at her.
The door opened inwards and pulled Megan with it. She wished the earth would swallow her whole when the tip of her trainers caught on the edge of the threshold and her arms cartwheeled to keep her in an upright position.
The boy rushed forward and grabbed her around the waist to steady her.
Megan felt her heart sink when his arms wrapped around her just-starting-to show round belly.
His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. "Are you okay?" He asked, sounding worried.
Megan nodded and pulled away from him, without looking at him again. Sexy, hot boys were no longer in her immediate future, well, maybe, depending on the choice she made this week.
A nun came rushing down the dim lit hallway. She smiled a friendly smile too big for her face. "Megan, I presume," she said in a soft, demure voice.
Megan nodded. "Megan O'Brien," she confirmed to make sure they were both talking about the same Megan.
"Come, let's sit in my office." The nun walked into a big, bright room to the left. A cross hung behind the large desk, and beside it, there was a large bookshelf with old-looking books. She pointed to a chair as she moved around her desk to sit in her large chair. "Take a seat, Megan. Tea will be here soon."
The nun gave Megan a sympathetic look. "Finding out you're pregnant can be scary, but you will be okay, and there are people who can help you."
Megan swallowed the lump in her throat. "Okay." Her eyes focused on the brass nameplate on the desk: Matron Dougherty.
"While we wait for the tea, shall we discuss your options?" Matron Dougherty asked.
"Okay," she said, wishing she had told her mum to come in with her.
"There are two options. I know, you know there is a third option but in all honesty, it isn't one I wish for you to consider when there are two good options. First, there is parenting, giving birth and raising the child yourself. Second, adoption, where you would give birth and give the child to someone else, forever."
There was a knock at the door and a young pregnant girl, about the same age as Megan, stood in the door with a tray. The girl had short, dark hair and the same blue eyes as the boy Megan had seen outside on the porch.
"Ah, the tea," Matron Dougherty said pleased. "Come in, Edwina."
Edwina walked into the room and placed the tray on the table.
Matron Dougherty leaned forward, lifting herself off her chair a little and poured the tea. She said, "Talking with someone about your feelings can be helpful. It's a really good idea to talk with your parents if you can. Chances are they care about you and want to help you."
Megan croaked, giving Edwina an embarrassed look, "My parents have been very supportive. My mum drove me here today."
The nun glanced in Edwina's direction. "I hope you don't mind, but I've asked Edwina to join us. She helps with our Support Group for Unwed Mothers, and I thought it might be easier for you to talk to someone your own age, who also knows about the conflict you're feeling, who won't be judgemental or try to pressure you into anything. No one should pressure you into making any decision about your pregnancy. Only you know what's right for you.”
What readers on Goodreads are saying about Paper Hearts
A story of unforbidden love and the consequences. She finds out she's pregnant and he doesn't care. When she goes to a support group she meets the brother of another girl that is in support and they eventually build a friendship that he hopes will be more. She doesn't think there is room for that, but it has a HEA even with them being so young.
A novella following a teen girl as she sifts through the terrifying experience of an unplanned pregnancy. There were good characters. It’s tricky navigating those waters and she portrayed the different angles fairly well.
The book is a good teen young adult romance read. The story has a good story line. The characters are good. The story is an enjoyable inspirational romance read.
Heartwarming, full of emotions and beautifully written. A very touching story about the teens being pregnant and about all the struggles that come with it. Decisions to be made, choices that sometimes are not ours. Story about importance of family and how it really helps to have loving and understanding parents. Loved this story for its message that no matter what curve-ball life trows at us we can manage to get our dreams come true and find solace and love even if at the beginning we think our life and world just ended.
Wow! This one gets you in the ticker and pulls on all the heart strings. Although I can't grasp being young with a bun in the oven (with me being a man and all) I can however total grasp and relate the 'where do i fit in' group, especially when I was at the age these characters were. Lynette grasps normality to the point where to some extent we can all see a tiny slither of Edwina's dad in our own families not to mention the roller coaster of emotion that entails. It was also a nice breath of fresh air to see some good old family value to most notably in Megan's family and the way they sorted the story arc out, again was well done. Not many authors in my experience can pull that off, and make it believable to is a real skill. Well done there girl.
This one got straight to my heart. I can understand the struggle being young, pregnant and not knowing how it, and I, fit it to the life everyone expected. To see how hard Edwina took her decision made me cry and I wanted to slap her father. Why can’t families rally around in hard times? It would be so much easier. But any decision, when pregnant, is hard to make and everybody has to find what’s right for themselves. But there doesn’t have to be more pressure then there already is. So, it was sweet to see how Megan, her family and, of course, Marcus found a new way that might be just as good as the one she had to give up. An interesting, thought provoking story about love, families and being pregnant as a teen.
Megan was forced to face what girls are often left to face alone at a young age when sex is involved. Marcus was supporting his sister with her teenage pregnancy and her decision when he falls for Megan. Sixteen and pregnant Megan decides to keep her baby after much deliberation and support. Real life issues with real life problems and situations. Heartwarming, yet heartbreaking at times. Great story.