Follow You (Second Chances Series Book 3)

I'm still in shock...

After Andrew left on Sunday I spent the rest of the day on the couch. I've been so tired but at least while he was here I was able to rally myself. I absolutely hated saying goodbye to him. I feel comfortable around him in a way I've never felt with anyone before. It's frightening and exciting at the same time.

I spend the week getting everything ready before I fly out on Sunday afternoon for my next trip. It will be another long couple of days traveling since I have multiple layovers on my way to Greece. I've always loved Greece and I can't wait to get some photos of the famous sunsets and white buildings alone with all the towns people.

Friday morning I'm sitting at my desk putting final touches on my photos from India. I've already selected the ones that I want to display at my next showing at a local art gallery but I'm still working on selecting which photographs I want to add to my website.

All of the sudden a wave of nausea hits me and I run to my bathroom. I make it just in time for my breakfast to make a quick return trip. Once I'm sure there's nothing more left in me, I rinse out my mouth and splash water on my face. I can't be getting sick, I leave in two days.

I decide it's probably best that I try and get into my doctor today before I commit to traveling for thirty nine hours. Luckily my doctor has an opening later in the afternoon. I work on selecting pictures for my website a little longer and then I decide to forgo lunch and take a nap instead before my appointment.

After waiting a few minutes a nurse leads me back to a room and starts with all the standard questions.

"What was the date of your last menstrual cycle?"

I go to answer and have to stop to think for a minute. Oh shit. I quickly pull out my phone and go to my period app.

"Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit." I start to panic.

The nurse stands up and comes to stand next to me. She places a hand on my back and lightly rubs smalls circles in what I can only assume is an attempt to calm my ass down.

"Abigal, is there a chance you're pregnant?"

"Well if the fact that I'm two weeks late is any indication then I'm going to go with yes, there is definitely a possibility." I put my head in my hands. "Oh, my god. How did this happen. I'm on the pill." I look up at the nurse with eyes that feel like they're going to bulge out of my head. "And we used condoms!"

"Lets start with getting a urine sample and see if that's what's definitely going on before we move forward. Okay?"

I shake my head yes and follow her out to the bathroom where she hands me a plastic cup to pee in. When I'm all done I go back to the room and wait for what feels like forever. When the doctor walks in the room I'm pacing back and forth, silently freaking the fuck out.

I stop pacing and turn to stare at him.

"Well?"

"Abigal, you're pregnant."

I sit down hard on the chair behind me.

"Well shit."

"I reviewed your chart and saw that we put you on antibiotics just before the holidays for a sinus infection. As I told you, you needed to use another form of birth control during that time."

"I did. We did. We used condoms every-" I stop myself. "Every time, except for the two times we started without one. But come on man. Really? He didn't even get off then. Which yes, I know there can be little swimmers in the pre-cum, but really what are the odds?"

"Well, in this case I'm guessing the odds were pretty good."

I cover my face again and let out a loud groan.

"I'm going to prescribe prenatal vitamins and something for the nausea incase it gets too bad. But you need to schedule an appointment with your OB/GYN as soon as possible."

"Okay. Thank you."

I leave the doctors office in total disbelief. I wonder around the city for awhile not really seeing anything around me. My phone rings but I ignore it. Whoever it is I don't want to talk right now.

What am I going to do? How am I going to tell Andrew? I have no idea where he stands on the idea of kids. Plus, we've only been, whatever in the hell we are, for a little over month. This is crazy. I wish my mom was here, I could really use her advice right now. And a hug. A good old mom hug is what I really need.

I stop and fill my prescription at the pharmacy and then head back home. Once there I call my doctors office and schedule an appointment to been seen by my gynecologist the week that I get back from Greece. Now I just need to decide if I'm going to tell Andrew before I leave or after I get back. I finally decide it's probably better to wait. We'll have a lot to discuss and we should probably do it in person.

I make myself some soup and crackers and then I curl up on the couch with a movie that don't pay any attention to. I lie there and imagine all the ways Andrew might react to the news but to be completely honest, I have no idea which scenario might be true. Hell, I don't even know what I think about the news. I'm pretty sure I'm still in shock.