NIGHT TERROR

Pregnant Jemma Llewellyn, 23, from Basildon, was sound asleep when a predator pounced…

- HARRIET ROSE-GALE

My period was late and I was starting to suspect I might be expecting.

‘Just do it,’ my friend, Missy said, pressing a pregnancy test into my hand and pushing me towards the bathroom. ‘Ok, ok,’ I sighed, reluctantly. I locked the door and sat down on the toilet, peeing on the plastic stick and anxiously waiting for the result. Within a minute, two blue lines appeared on the stick. ‘It’s positive,’ I said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I was 20 years old, and I had been with my boyfriend, Jay, for three years, but we hadn’t planned on starting a family of our own.

It took me three days to pluck up the courage to break my pregnancy news to him.

‘That’s amazing,’ he smiled, when I finally blurted it out, wrapping his arms around me.

I was nervous telling my mum, Sharon, but once she’d got over the shock she was supportive.

As the weeks passed, my bump grew and Jay and I stocked up on nappies, wipes, blankets and babygrows in preparation for our little one’s arrival.

When I was seven months gone, Mum invited me round hers for a girly night in.

‘We can watch trashy TV and have a good old natter,’ she said.

‘Sounds perfect, Mum!’ I smiled.

‘Uncle Richard won’t be there though, will he?’

My uncle, Richard Wallis, 36, had been crashing in Mum’s spare room for a while.

I’d never been close to him – he’d always creeped me out so I made sure to keep my distance.