Sinead Hutchinson - Waterloo Road

Chapter 17 - Test Results.

I had persuaded Mrs Mulgrew not to say anything, she had promised on her life. In tutor the next day, Mrs asked for a word outside, I stood up and took my bag with me.
"I thought you would like this," Mrs suggested, passing me a chemist bag. We both knew what was inside.
"Thank you," I whispered gratefully. She had been so kind to me since I came here. I ran down the stairs and back into the bathroom. I knew how to work a pregnancy test but I didn't know how to tell the results. I sat on the toilet and peed onto the stick and clicked the lid back on. This pregnancy test was really different to any other I'd seen before, it was one of those ones that hold you exactly how far along you were. The school bell rang and I made my way back to tutor to get Mrs Mulgrew to read the results for me. She was pacing up and down with her arms crossed when I walked in.
"Well?" She eagerly asked.
"Can you took at the instructions please?" I begged.
"Why don't you?" She replied.
"Too nervous," I lied but too many people already knew my secret and I didn't want it getting out. She nodded her head reluctantly and opened the instructions.
"In short, one line for negative and two for positive and then under neith it will say how many weeks you are," Mrs explained, folding the instructions up and passing them back to me. I looked at the test, their was certainly two lines and the writing was '26 weeks'.
"I don't get it," I said so she would read it for me.
"You're six months gone," She gasped and I looked down at my stomach. It was still quite little and six months couldn't be right.
"What do I so now?" I asked quietly.
"Go to your mother," She suggested and we walked out the English room. I didn't want to agree but I didn't want to disagree. I first went to the staffroom. Mr Beresford answered the door,
"Yes?" He sighed.
"Is Miss Hutchinson in?" I asked.
"Lorna, you have a visitor," He groaned, walking away and the door slammed closed for a few seconds before Mum walked out.
"Sinead," She smiled, seeming pleasantly surprised.
"I need a word," I quietly muttered, and she followed me down the corridor slightly. I checked to see who was around, nobody that I could see.
"I've got something to tell you," I muttered.
"Go on," She reluctantly suggested.
"I'm pregnant," I blurted out and I was really scared to look up and see her expression.
"I see," She sighed, turning around and rubbing her chin with her hand.
"What do you mean you see?" i angrily asked.
"Are you sure? Have you done a test?" She asked. I handed her the pregnancy test and she didn't say anything.
"I don't know what to do," She hissed.
"Me either," I hissed back.
"We need to go to the hospital," She paled. She ran off into the staffroom and came back with her coat and bag, for the first time she put her hand on my shoulder and led me to the car.

The whole way there we sat in silence, it was awkward and I felt awful on putting such pressure on someone I met for the first time less than a week ago. Mum would be a Grandmother at 32 and I would be a mother at 15, following in her footsteps some would say. We got to the hospital and the midwife had a free appointment and was happy to see me quickly. I lay on the hospital bed and Mum sat beside me. She looked as nervous as me and I felt sick to my stomach. The jell they used was cold on my stomach and when she rubbed the scanner off it I just wanted to scratch all the jell off and go home and forget everything.
"You're defiantly 26 weeks," The midwife told me, looking down at me with disgust in her eyes. "Do you want to see?" She asked and I looked at Mum.
"Yes," Mum replied, standing up and tolding my hand. The midwife turned the screen to us and I looked in amazement.
"Your baby's rather small for how far gone you are, everything looks fine accept for that. Do you want to know the sex?" She said, pointing out the head and the feet and the tiny little fingers.
"Please," I smiled.
"You're having a little boy," She smiled, "Its very clear," I was looking at Mum out if the corner of my eye, her reaction had shocked me.
"I'll just go and get your prints," The midwife in fromed us and walked out the room.
"A little boy, eh?" Mum smiled which again shocked me.
"I thought you would be angry, I knew for ages since before I moved here," I inwardly whispered.
"Who am I to judge? I was only a few months older than you when I fell pregnant," She explained. My eyes watered and I didn't want to cry in front of her.
"I'm proud, I'm going to have a tiny grandson in a few months and we can start over, a new and fresh life." Mum laughed and I squeezed her hand.