thirteen :: mgc

17

I've never been more nervous in my life.
Today was Teagan's doctors appointment to see if she was pregnant or not. I'm waiting in the waiting room like a good boyfriend, and shaking like a maniac.
The adrenaline is real, I feel it.
I didn't even realize that people were staring at me until now. I knew why they were staring; I'm not an idiot. I was literally shaking and biting my nails like I was about to receive the worst news of my life.
Well, that was a bad choice of words; I take that back.
I'm tapping my fingers on the chair, and trying to stay sane, so that people don't think I'm crazy. Which is useless now because these people already think I'm delusional.
By now, everybody thinks I'm a crazy, weirdo, that's shaking and on the edge of hyperventilating, and about to burst open from the amount of nervousness that's surging through me along with adrenaline. I'm probably sweating. I'm staring at the door as if we're having some kind of starring contest, that's exactly what it feels like.
The door finally opened, a nurse came walking through. She walked up to me, "Are you Michael?"
I nodded.
"Will come with me?" She asked calmly.
"Y-yes," I stuttered.
She led me to a room and opened the door for me, I walked inside and looked around before my eyes landed on Teagan. She looked calm, her breathing was normal, and she wasn't crying so she must be okay.
I sat down next to her on the uncomfortable bed.
"So?" I asked, I didn't know what else to say.
"They just took the tests, they're waiting for results," She explained.
"Then why am I here? Not to seem rude or anything."
She shrugged before answering, "I wanted you to be here when we get the results, ya know?" She stated.
I nodded.
"What do you think about this?" I asked.
She pondered on the question for a moment, "I think I'm probably not pregnant."
"Why is that?"
"Because I just don't think I am. I think I would know if I'm pregnant or not," She sighed, "or at least have some kind of sign to tell me that I'm pregnant, other than sickness."
"Oh, well, whatever the results are, I think I can handle it. And if not, than fuck me," I explained.
She cracked a smile, "I already did. And if I didn't then I wouldn't be here right now."
I chuckled a bit at her humor.
"Right."
"But seriously,"She got serious, "Thank you for being here for me even thought you could probably do something better with your life then wait for some damned results."
"I couldn't imagine being somewhere else right now. Those people out there think I'm crazy because I was shaking and biting my nails and on the verge of a breakdown in the middle of the waiting room."
She laughed, "Is it that bad?"
"Yes, it kind of is," I confirmed.
She laughed yet again and intertwined our fingers between us. I relaxed when our hands made contact with each other.
I took a deep breath when I heard a voice outside of the door, assuming it was the doctor. It took a moment, but the door finally opened and the middle-aged woman stepped into the room. She smiled at us and sat down on the chair next in front of us.
"Well, I just want to say that you two shouldn't be here today at all, considering your ages, but that is all your business, and I'll stay out of it," The nurse started off by scolding us.
"We know," Teagan smiled, "but do you have our results yet?"
The lady nodded, "yes, right here."
I squeezed her hand and started biting my nails on the hand that she wasn't holding.
The nurse opened the file and began skimming through it.
"Here we are, Mrs. Michaels, you are indeed..." My heart was fucking pounding.
".... Not pregnant."
I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding. I turned to face Teagan, and brought her into a bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you, miss," I thanked the nurse and waltzed out of the doctors office with Teagan in tow.
Teagan sprinted to catch up with my fast pace. I slowed down to a walk and turned to her. She brought her gaze up from the ground to meet mine. She smiled but, somehow, it didn't fit. It didn't seem right.
It didn't meet her eyes.
"What?" I asked, reaching forward and grabbing her hand.
"I don't know. I just..." She sighed, "I can't explain it."
I squeezed her hand, and then tugged on it to pull her closer to me. I let my arms envelope her in a hug.
"We can talk about it later," I suggested and et go of her.
She nodded.