That One Ride

Chapter 45: Uncertainty

⚠️ Trigger warning: There is a scene of torture in this chapter that might trigger the readers. ⚠️

Teresa’s POV

Twenty minutes had passed. Twenty minutes and I still was not able to control the shivering of my body, the shaking of my hands, tears in my eyes, and the struggle of breathing. Given the timing, we were not ready for a baby early at this stage of our relationship. I mean, overthinking would not lead to the truth of me being pregnant, but what if… what if I was! As enticing as the thought of having children with Alex was, it was scaring me to death, too. Babies are a huge responsibility. Would he accept? I blew a shaky breath at the mere thought as a sob escaped my lips.

I took a deep breath and clutched my phone in my hands, scrolling through the recent calls to find Jessica’s contact.

She picked up at the third ring. “Hello?”

Her voice triggered more pain in my chest, making me sniff the water coming out of my nose. “J-Je-Jessie.”

“Oh god, tee what happened?”

“I am the-three weeks late, Jessie. I don’t know what to do. I- I think I am pre-pregnant J-Jessie.” I said in between my sobs.

“Hey... Hey, listen to me. Calm down, okay? Just calm down. I am coming there in 20 minutes with a pregnancy test. Breathe, Okay. Just close your eyes and focus on your motions.”

I felt my chest shrinking in my body as if millions of tiny pins were piercing a hole in my body, blocking the windpipe for any air in my lungs. “I can’t breathe, Jessie. I can’t.”

“Shit! God damn it! Where is Alex?”

“No. No, I can’t. I can’t tell him right now.” I said. My throat was making a pitched voice whenever I tried to breathe harder, and every time was more painful than ever. I fucking hate panic attacks like that. The shred of hope that it could not be the case of me being pregnant was not making the situation any better.

“Stay on the fucking line. I am out of the house. I will be there any minute now.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and continued doing what Jessica said while my mind was running at a million miles per hour speed. A possibility of having a child at twenty-five with the man I am in love with. I smiled as I rubbed my belly and frowned as the thought of him accepting the baby came to my mind. We never had this discussion. We never thought of discussing having children in near future. Hell, I did not remember us having a conversation about marrying except once or twice when we mentioned living together forever.

And If I was pregnant, should I tell him?

Should I take the risk of telling him when he had been going through this drama? My mother and her puppet had been one hell of a pain in his ass, and no matter how much he tried to think about hiding it, the fact bothered him. Why so? Because I was related to them and they would find every opportunity to hurt us? Then there was his brother who, for fuck’s sake, was so adamant about taking Alex down. Everything was giving me a major headache. I grabbed my forehead in my palm, pulling the hair locks as I cried silently when a knock came on the door.

“Hey, are you okay?” I completely forgot that his sister was staying with us and I left her uncalled in the living room. I took three deep breaths and eased out the pain in my throat.