-𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕-
she rubbeded her eyes, responding heavily light and faint, " i.. i don't know."
i took a low deep breath, she wasn't giving me enough information although it could lead to an outcome i didn't want to believe.
i noted that by asking, " how long is i don't know?"
"...", she responded with nothing, from what i could interpret her trying to think about the last time she had a cycle.
if it was taking her this long to think about it, i already prepared myself for that outcome i merely wasn't expecting before all of this.
before all of us happened.
me getting nervous, only made matters worse. when i'm anxious, i can't stop talking once i start. out of my tangled gut i asked, " did you have it before or while you were on the cruise?"
she uttered out in a sniffled tone, " maybe.. like...four weeks or more before i really don't know billie."
i still tried to remain strong for her, knowing i was beginning to feel weak.
" are your periods usually late milan?"
" billie.. we need to stop being indenial, this is getting us n- no-where. why do you think im cr-crying?", her voice cracked mid phrase, before she began to start crying again.
my stomach felt extremely weak from her response.
i didn't want this to be true. i wish i had came first. i wish i knew her before he did. i wish i could've gave her what he planted inside of her.
but it was too late.
a lump formed in my throat, still trying to comfort the woman with my touch although i knew i needed it myself.
although we weren't fully sure, it was so many signs.
too many signs.
i took a deep breath, holding back tears.
i felt like everything was crumbling. my family, although that was already torn, my company, now this? everything that could've, or does means, something deeply to me was all coming with flaws and imperfections to ruin my life.
my mind was everywhere but in one steady place. trying to process so many things at once. my future, my past, it was all too much.
i just continued to stare over the woman against the toilet in agony as i proceeded to rub her skin to give myself some type of comfort.
a single tear ran down my face, i found it hard to process any type of wording. i didn't want to say the wrong thing, but at the same time in this timing it felt wrong to say silent.
i wiped the single tear off my face, the silence only made me think more and my heart was beginning to tear apart.
i spoke in the low tone only my chest could take, " i'm gonna go lay you down while i go get you a pregnancy test.. okay?"