Strolling down the road, suddenly, a car pulled up, with a dark, handsome stranger at the wheel.
Confident Jay Pratt, then 17, leant out of the window to say hello to my sister, Jade, then 11, and her mate, Jay’s niece.
‘Fancy a ride?’ he asked us. It was June 2003 and, then 16, I was smitten as we chatted away.
A week on, Jay took me out for an evening drive.
‘I fancy you,’ Jay confessed, kissing me as my heart soared.
An item, we couldn’t get enough of each other.
On the Pill, I didn’t worry until that August...
‘I’m late,’ I confided in my mum, Tina, then 42.
She bought me a test...
Positive!
Moving quickly
Mum and my dad, Henry, then 50, approved of Jay, but…
