was grateful, relieved and happy. I'd have understood if he had walked away, although it would have hurt. And although I hadn't thought about marriage yet - believing we had years in which to make that kind of decision - I was certain that I loved him and wanted to be with him. So, on a summer's night in my little room, John and I decided to marry, have our baby and become a family together. We loved each other and it was what we both wanted, even if it had been forced on us far sooner than we'd have wished.