My Twin Flame

Chapter Thirty Three

"Good morning beautiful. I thought of you during my morning run. I was thinking about coming to see you in the fall.

-Love Trent"

I set my phone back down on my desk. I had been avoiding answering him about coming for a visit and didn't exactly know how to approach this.

Weeks had passed since I returned from my trip. Shell tried real hard at first to push me into telling her what happened. I never budged and she finally gave up. Though I think she put it together herself.

"I am headed out to the Marks property today to see if the countertops have been delivered yet. Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah Venessa said she didn't mind babysitting for me tonight." Right after I got back Vanessa and her monster of a boyfriend had a huge fight. She caught him with another girl and well luck for me, I was getting my old daughter back. I was amazed at how much we had been getting along, and she was still doing amazing with her job.

I stood up to get my purse and a wave of nausea hit me again. "Are you sick again?" Asked Shell. "I told you have been fighting a bug the last couple days."

"Are you sure that you still want to have dinner? Maybe you should rest."

"No, I'm fine, it just comes and goes."

"Ok well I will pick you up at six." I nodded to her and opened my pack of saltines. I got my keys out of the drawer and left to get Vanessa from work.

I pulled up in front of the mall and Vanessa jumped in. "Are you feeling sick again mom? You know if you were old and single I would think you are pregnant."

My heart literally stopped at those words. I pulled the car over and got my planner out of my purse. I flipped rapidly through the pages and stopped in August. Oh my god how did I not see that I was over a week late.

"Mom, what is going on?"

"I pushed my hair behind my ear, put the car in gear, swallowed down the newest wave of sickness and pulled the car back out into traffic. "No, I thought I forgot an appointment today."

"Well did you miss the appointment?"

"I sure as hell hope not honey?"

When I got back to the house I texted Shell and told her change of plans I was going to pick her up instead. This would give me time to stop at the pharmacy. Then I opened the text box to Trent. How was I going to text him and say "Oh hey guess what I am late and I think I'm having your baby!" The sound of the word baby made me shudder. I was in no way wanting to start over.

I simply text him I loved him and missed him and yet again ignored his want to fly out to see me. I told him I was going out with Shell and set the phone on the kitchen counter. I pulled the pork chops out of the fridge and began to start dinner for the kids.

I kissed each of them and reminded Vanessa I had my cell on me. I got in the car and took a deep breath to hold back the nausea again. As I headed to Shell's I stopped at the pharmacy and ran in to get a test.

As I started at boxes upon boxes of all the different types I was beating myself up inside over this. How could I have been so irresponsible , I got my self in a situation like a stupid kid. Then I started thinking what was I going to tell the kids, the never even met Trent, they have never even heard of him. They could never meet him. Oh and Elliott what was he going to say. They I thought who cared what he thought, then I remembered why I did care what he thought. It was just a stressful mess. I stood there for another ten minutes before snatching the early result test off the shelf and went to pay for it.

I shoved it in my purse and ran to the car like I had stolen something. I felt like I was on the walk of shame. I felt like people were staring at me and judging me. Even though I knew that was not possible.

I pulled into Shell's driveway and knocked on the door. "Come in, I am not quite ready yet, give me five more minutes."

I sat down on the couch and looked up on the mantle to see all the wedding pictures displayed beautifully. There was Trent staring back at me. Shame washed over me again. How was I ever going to get myself out of this mess?

"Where do you want to eat?" Shell popped around the corner. She had become a bit more modest in her clothing choices since becoming a wife. "I don't care where you ever want to eat."

"Let's get wings." She put on her sweater and we headed to the door. "Oh I forgot my purse" I turned to get it off the couch. "I'll get it." Shell reached out for my purse and it fell over onto the floor and to my horror right there on her living room floor was my pregnancy test.

I froze, our eyes met then she yelled, "BROOKLYN WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" I rushed over to gather my things off the floor and fell to the couch. "I fucked up real good, that is what I did."

Her tone softened and she sat down beside me. She took the box out of my hand and wrapped hers around mine. That was all it took and the flood gates opened. I started bawling, I told her everything about that last night with Trent. I told her that we were still talking and that he kept asking to come visit. I told her I was over a week late. I just blubbered and blubbered to her.

Finally she spoke, "Well what a fine mess you are in again. I told you to stay away from him. Now you may have a baby, a baby Brooklyn. You are already a single mom of three. How are you going to handle a baby?"

This did not help me and I started to sob more. She refined herself from sounding like a mother and took the box off the table. "Well there is only one way we are going to figure this out." She stood up and ushered me towards the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet and held that stick in my hand. Worlds of shit played out like a movie in front of my eyes. I sighed and peed on it. I put the lid back on and put it on the counter. I stepped out of the bathroom. Shelly looked at me like I already knew the answer. "It says 3 minutes."

She poured us each a cup of coffee and we sat in silence for a very long three minutes of our life. My legs shook in and bounced anxiously. The buzzer finally went off and Shelly silenced it. We both walked back to the bathroom and before opening the door she stopped and embraced me in a hug. "I am sorry I got mad, no matter what happens I will be there for you."

I hugged her back and went to pick up the test. "I can't do it, I can't look." Shelly picked up the test for me, took a long deep breath and turned it over. She was silent for a moment. "What, what does it say?"

"It's negative!"

"Oh thank you jesus!" I was so happy at that moment, though I was a bit sad at the same time. It didn't last but a second and I was back to joy.

We decided not to go out to eat. She put some frozen pizza in the oven and we just spent the evening talking and laughing. I gave her more details about the last night with Trent. "You have got to stop talking to him Brooklyn. He is only going to get suspicious when you keep ignoring him asking to visit."

We talked a bit longer and I headed home. I was so much more relaxed now that I knew the test was negative. I texted Trent good night, I told him I had a long day and I did have a headache for all the worrying and stress. I curled up and turned on a good movie.