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I’ve been such a shitty friend lately and I would definitely deserve it.

My urine sample is sent down to the labs where they’ll test it for… I don't even know what they test it for. While we’re waiting for the tests to come back, the doctor checks my temperature and blood pressure and asks how I’ve been recently. I tell him I’ve been fine but Sasha had to cut in with “She’s been pretty down.” She says the last word quietly as if it’s a massive issue and I’ll be sent to an institution if someone else hears it. I’m not sure if she sees the death glare I'm sending her way or if she’s choosing to ignore it.

“Can you tell me more about this, Olivia?” The doctor asks me, his kind eyes raking over my face, assessing me.

“No.” Is my clipped reply. Guilt instantly floods me and I give him an apologetic look, “I’m fine.”

“Well, if you want I can refer you to-”

“I said I’m fine. I don't need help.” I shout, guilt be damned.

Thankfully, the doctor ignores my small outburst, going back to the reason I’m here. “Are you happy to be put on the same medication as before?”

“Whatever.” I murmur, slumping down in the chair. I know I’m being difficult right now but I don't care. This is the last place I want to be. All I want to do is go to bed and stay there forever, but I have work this evening. A charity event hosted at the stadium by the team. There will be ice skating, a barbeque, and performers. It’s a whole thing and all donations will be sent to the children's hospital. I love the idea of it, I really do, but I am dreading it. I thought by now, seeing Josh would hurt less but it’s like everytime I see him, it hurts more.

The doctor nods in response, turning towards his computer and typing rapidly. I glance at Sash who's giving me a warning look but I just roll my eyes.

“Oh, good.” The doctor begins, “Your lab results have come back.” He almost seems relieved. He probably is relieved seeing as I’ll be leaving here within the next couple of minutes.

I wait. And wait some more, my knee bouncing wildly with impatience. The doctor's thick brows scrunch down as he reads over my results. He looks at me, then back to his computer again and I swear to God if he doesn't hurry up I’m gonna scream.

Finally, he turns in his chair to face me again, a look of concern on his face that has my pulse spiking. “Olivia,” he says in a somber tone. ‘Just spit it out man!’ I want to yell at him but Sasha’s tight grip on my knee keeps me in check. “Were you aware that you’re pregnant?”

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Olivia

“What?” I ask the man opposite me at the same time Sasha lets out a loud gasp. I don't think I heard him right. I couldn't have heard him right. Right?

“You’re pregnant.” He says again, slower this time as if allowing me time to fully take in what he’s saying.

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask again, just to make sure. Third time’s a charm and all that.

“Okay, I gather by your reaction that you did not know that fact.” Well gee, what an interesting and ground breaking observation this man has made.

Sasha's grip on my knee tightens to a painful pressure, her nails digging into the skin underneath my leggings.

“I am going to refer you to the midwife here to get you seen today. Would you mind going back out to the waiting room?” Yes actually I do mind. But I gave him a tight lipped smile in response, gathering my bag and leaving the room.

I don’t speak while we wait. Sasha doesn't speak either. Both of us in shock and utter disbelief. If you had asked me before how I was feeling, I would have said numb. But that is nothing compared to how I feel right now.

I’m pregnant. I am pregnant. There’s a baby inside me right now. Josh’s baby.

I don't register my name being called until Sasha grabs me by the hand and pulls me to my feet. I don’t feel like I'm in my body as we walk down the brightly lit halls of the doctors office. I feel like I’m floating, watching myself in third person. I don’t enter my own body again until I’m seated opposite the midwife.

“Hi, Olivia. My name is Marie and I’ll be taking care of you today.” I nod weakly at her, not able to find my voice. “I see from your lab results that you have high levels of HCG. That’s the hormone we look for when testing for pregnancy.” Marie looks like a nice woman. Early thirties maybe? With dirty blonde hair cropped around her shoulders and a kind smile. “So first, I’ll be asking you a few questions and then we’ll do a quick ultrasound to make sure baby is doing okay.”

Sasha hasn’t let go of my hand since we sat down and although it might not seem like it, I’m grateful. I’m glad she's here with me.

“When was your last period?” The midwife asks, her friendly smile aimed at me.

“I uhh, the pill I’m prescribed means I don’t get periods. I haven’t had one in years.” I answer her, my eyes fixed on the ugly brown carpet on the floor.

“Okay.” She says, fingers flying over the keys of her computer. “When was the last time you were sexually active?”

I think for a moment, more for the effect because I know exactly how long it’s been. “Almost three months.”

“Oh.” Is her only response, eyebrows shooting to her forehead. She glances between me and Sash. “Did you have any symptoms? Tiredness, sore breasts, headaches, nausea?”