22.
Another week had gone by and I finally had my doctor’s appointment to confirm I was pregnant. It was a Saturday so I didn’t need to make an excuse to get a day off school.
I heard the horn beep and I knew Damien was here. I grabbed my coat and headed downstairs.
I got in Damien’s car and he grabbed my hand.
“How are you feeling princess?”
“Scared, this will just make it all seem too real.” I sighed.
I noticed Damien’s face drop.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you still going to keep this baby? I know your dad is going to probably hit the roof and ban us from seeing each other, I am worried in case he tells you to get rid of our baby.”
“Damien, it’s my body, it doesn’t matter what my dad says, he will have to get over it.” I said sounding more confident then I actually felt.
*
We were now at the doctors and I had just been called into the room, Damien came with me which made me feel a little better.
“Karly Muller?”
I nodded.
“Ok, and what can I help you with today?” The lovely nurse asked.
“I erm, I think im pregnant.” I said just above a whisper waiting for her to give me a look of disappointment but she didn’t she just smiled which made me relax.
“Ok, I need you to go in the disabled toilets down the corridor and do me a pee sample please, once you do it place it in the little box above the sink and someone will collect it.
*
I had to wait a few moments in the waiting room before being called back into the nurse’s room.
“I have tested your pee and yes you are pregnant. Our clear blue test is showing up that you are around 3-4 weeks pregnant. I will book you in for a scan now and you will get a letter confirming the date in about a week’s time.”
I just nodded.
*
The nurse had booked my scan date; I had to wait about another six week before I could have it so I would be roughly two and a half months.
I was now back in Damien’s car.
“Do you feel ok baby girl?” Damien asked.
“I need to tell my dad and the thought is making me feel sick.”
“Can we tell him today?” Damien asked.
I felt my stomach turn.
“What if he kicks me out?” I asked worried.
“You can come and stay at mine.”
“Damien, what about your parents, what will they say when you tell them?” I asked worried out my mind.
Damien didn’t reply he just started playing with his tongue bar.
“Damien?”
“I don’t know Karly, my parents don’t care what I get up too, and they don’t care about me so they sure as hell won’t care about their grandchild.”
“Of course they care about you Damien.”
“Really, so where were they when I was fighting for my life in a hospital bed?”
