Spectrum 2

11

Natalia's POV

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Two months. Two fucking months without a period.

This isn't good. No. This isn't good at all. 

"God, please. Not me. Please don't let this have happened to me." I cry out.

"I came over as soon as I got the text." Sofia says, barging into the apartment.

"Sofia. I'm fucked. I'm absolutely fucked." I exclaim, shoving my face into the couch pillows.

"I mean...kinda how you got here in the first place." She says with an innocent shrug. 

She holds her hands up in surrender as I glare at her.

"Okay, too soon." She adds quickly. "So...did you take the test?" She asks.

"I took four. I haven't looked at any of them." I say.

"Do you want me to-"

"Yes." I answer immediately.

She walks towards the bathroom and comes back looking sheepish.

"Well..." She begins.

"Fuck." I reply.

"Hey, this doesn't have to be a bad thing!" 

"Are all of them positive? Or do I get to hang onto the hope of one being negative?" I ask. 

"All of them..." She mutters.

I begin to cry as she comes over to me, hugging me tightly.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." She assures me.

"No, it isn't." I choke out. "Grayson is going to...God, he's going to flip!" I exclaim.

"You might be surprised!" She assures me. "I mean...what if he's happy about it?"

I laugh out loud the second the words come out of her mouth.

"Are you kidding me? You should have seen how relieved he was about me not being pregnant two months ago. Fuck, why me?" I groan.

"I mean...maybe it won't be as bad as you think!" She says.

"Sofia." I sigh. "I fucked up. Majorly. We went on like...a three week long bender when you first got engaged! I was pregnant the entire time!" I exclaim.

"Hey, it was early on." She adds quickly. "Plus, you could already be out of your first trimester, you know."

"I'm going to throw up." I say, covering my mouth quickly.

"No you aren't. Calm down." She says, shoving a trashcan in front of my face just incase. 

I let out a shaky breath as I hover over the plastic in front of me.

"So what now?" I ask.

"Well for starters, you need to go to the doctor. Thankfully, Mami knows a doctor that will see you today." She says, looking very proud of herself.

"I don't think I'm ready for that." I reply instantly.

"Well ready or not, you're doing it. You need to get to the bottom of this right now. Grayson needs to know, too." She adds.

"When can the doctor see me?" I question.

"They're texting back." She informs me.

"You text your doctor?" I question.