I think I’m pregnant.
Chapter 18
Drew – Three Weeks Later
I swallow thickly. The lump in my throat makes it hard to breathe as I stare at the walls, my mind flitting between all the signs—cancer, babies, illnesses—overwhelmed by it all. Someone coughs to my right, and a child screams in the corner, terrified of getting their shots and I tremble. My nerves are shot. Just thinking about the receptionist’s bubble gum snapping is fraying what’s left of my patience. And my appointment was supposed to be an hour ago.
Can I handle this much longer?
Another scream erupts making me jump.
No, no I cannot handle this much longer.
“Can you please stop that child from screaming? My head is pounding,” a young woman who clearly has a hangover snaps.The mother of the child ignores her and continues to try to soothe her daughter, which just angers the young woman.
My stomach twists. Please, don’t let a fight break out in the doctor’s office. I really can’t handle that today.
“Seriously, you’re just going to ignore me like some rude bitch?” the young woman growls, and I sigh because yep, there is about to be a fight.
Great. Now my appointment will probably be cancelled. Why does everything feel impossible right now?
“Drew Taylor,” I hear my name called, and I sigh internally as I quickly stand and walk towards the nurse, just as the young woman gets up to confront the mother.
Talk about timing, because of course, this would happen the moment I get called back.
I follow the nurse to the back, just as shouting echoes, and I quicken my steps before I’m guided into a room, and an older man with white hair sits behind a desk.
“Ms. Taylor, sorry about the wait,” he says as I take a seat, his kind light blue eyes assessing me, “What can I do for you today?”
I clear my throat and mumble, “Well, uh, roughly five or six weeks ago—or maybe just under, or even a little over, I can’t really remember—I began to feel sick. I thought it was stress-related until I realized I’d missed roughly two or three months of my period. I tried to ignore it, but it’s now been three weeks, and I still haven’t had my period.”
He hums as he types away, then asks, “And you’ve been sexually active?”
I nod a little and say, “I have a steady boyfriend, and we haven’t been using condoms, but I am on birth control.”
“Okay,” he says as he types away, then says, “I want to take some blood, and then after that, I will do an ultrasound across your stomach and hope we can pick anything up. I would do an intervaginal scan but unfortunately the device disappearedyesterday otherwise I would have used that,” he grabs a cup and passes it to me, “I also want a urine sample,” he looks at the nurse, “If you can take Ms. Taylor to the examine room,” the nurse nods and then he looks back at me and says, “I’ll be in there as soon as I have your urine results and we’ll do the scan.”
I nod numbly and stand and fear rushes through me as I follow the nurse.
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“Okay, if you just take a seat on the chair, the doctor will be back with you shortly,” the kind nurse says softly a few minutes later, after I’ve handed her my urine.
I nod, my mouth seemingly unable to work, and do as she said. My eyes take in all the posters of babies surrounding me, only building my fear.
What if Bellamy doesn’t want this? I can't stop thinking about how he might react.
What if he leaves me?
The fear crawls up my spine. Oh crap, what if he uses this pregnancy as a reason to hand in his cut and then resents the child and me?
I squeeze my eyes tight. I don't even know if I’m pregnant. Maybe it's just the pill messing with me, or stress—that's possible, right?
The pill has never stopped them before,the voice in the back of my head unhelpfully reminds me, and I swallow hard, the lump still there, refusing to leave.
“Okay, Ms. Taylor,” Doctor Hammington says as he walks into the room, reading his notes, “your urine sample has indicated pregnancy, and the results indicate you are between ten and twelve weeks.”
Ah, double crap.
