Shattered

20. Reaction

"Alright Miss Bloom, the results have come back and just as I suspected, you are pregnant." The doctor enters the room with a stoic look on her face. I am sure she is trying to contain any emotions she may have based on how I reacted before.

"No!" I groan. How could this be happening?!" I feel like pulling my hair out. Pregnant? What?

"Now," she sighs and moves closer. "Normally I would discuss ways to terminate the pregnancy based on your reactions but given how far along you are, I believe it will be difficult to find a doctor who will be willing to help you with this." She sets her clipboard down beside me.

"What?" I shake my head. "What does that even mean?"

"Because you are a little over 12 weeks into your pregnancy, most doctors think it is unethical to terminate it and would suggest other options such as adoption." She explains.

"I-"

I can not wrap my head around this. How could this be possible? I do not understand. How has my life come to this? Am I even ready to be a mom? Am I ready to bring a child into this world with everything that is going on in my life?

I continue shaking my head, trying to do the math.

Is it possible this is Darren's baby? It has to be.

Twelve weeks.

Darren and I have not had sex in months but how long ago was it? Was it three months ago? No. It has been longer than that. I think? I don't know.

What were we up to three months ago?

I try to think what our lives looked like twelve weeks ago.

Tears form in my eyes immediately.

The assault.

I am pregnant.

I am pregnant with my assailants baby.

"I would like to go home now please." I wipe my tears. I do not believe this. It has to be Darren's baby. It has to be. I can not believe anything other than the fact that I am holding my Fiancé's baby. "Can you please just put me in a cast and discharge me? I just- I need to leave."

The doctor stares at me. It is as if she too can not comprehend the situation I have found myself in.

"We can talk about your options-" she starts.

I waste no time before stopping her. "No, I want to leave. I will figure out my options on my own. Thank you." I sigh. I know she is just trying to help but right now, I am on the verge of a breakdown. I can not be here any longer.

"Okay then, let's get you in a cast and get you out of here."

Authors note: I'm sorry it's been so long since I have updated! Here is a semi-short chapter for you guys while I get back into the groove of this story.