My Boss and Her Wife

Thinking

"The first trimester is the most critical time in your pregnancy. Although the fetus at the end of three months is only about 4 inches long and weighs less than 1 ounce, all of its functions have begun to form — major organs and nervous system, heartbeat, arms, fingers, legs, toes, hair, and buds for future teeth. Now since you are past your first trimester, your baby is at less risk than most are, so you don't have to worry about miscarriages. I guess since you didn't know you were pregnant we saw on your ultrasound that you are four months along. Also, you have a baby girl."

I sat there on the bed thinking of everything the doctor said. Although I was told this hours ago I'm still in shock. My mind was spinning and I couldn't feel my body. The thought of sharing my body with another human being scared the living crap out of me. I thought about the last four months and started to realize all the symptoms of it. I am on birth control so my period not coming every month wasn't too much of a surprise for me.

I think out of everything, the only thing I'm questioning is how I got pregnant. I'm gay! I sat there and thought and thought for hours upon hours about how the hell this could have possibly happened. I tried to recall every day for the past few months but nothing ever came up. I kept trying to remember all the times I went out to a club or anything!

Skylar dropped me off at the hotel hours ago and never returned, honestly, I don't blame her because I needed time to think for myself. I ended up packing my stuff because there was no way we were staying in the same room and the same bed without discussing this. And although she was there with me in the hospital, this is none of her business. I need time to myself for a few days to think about how this came upon me.

But I mean thirty-two! Thirty-two was my plan! Not twenty-six. I planned all of this out, I was preparing my life for a child to come to this world and have everything they wanted and need. I can not bring a child into this world right now. I can't even fucking figure it out right now! Everything is everywhere including my mind. I don't want to be that mother that goes crazy over everything but I might be,

I got up off of the bed and finished putting my shoes in my suitcase. When I was finished I started to pace back and forth in the room. I put my hand on my forehead bent my knees and put my other hand on my knee. I felt like passing out again which just made me angry because I knew why I was feeling this way.

All of a sudden all my fear and worry turned into anger. Whoever did this didn't have my consent which made me overthink everything. Who's baby is this? When did this happen? Why would someone do this to me? I leaned my back on the wall and let a little tear escape my eye. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be a mother. Not right now.

I heard the door open which I paid no attention to. The door closed and the clanking of heels followed. I decided to open my eyes to see Skylar, I couldn't read her face directly and to be honest I didn't want to know. It was a mixture of anger, pain, and confusion. I couldn't pinpoint any of them so I just decided to stop. We stared at each other for a good thirty seconds until I couldn't stand it anymore. "You ready to go?" I asked as I walked to the bed and grabbed my suitcase.

She watched me and that's when I saw the anger appear. She glared at me as I showed no facial expression. "So are we not going to talk about this?"

"Talk about what?" Her nostrils flared as she grabbed my suitcase out of my hands and threw it onto the floor. I watched as it hit the ground and sighed loudly, my phone was in there.

"Do not play dumb with me Madelyn! How do you know about this pregnancy and not tell me?! How the hell did you even get pregnant?!" She yelled at me. I felt my walls crack a little as my throat started to clog because of the tears that were forming in my eyes. I stood my ground though as I continued to make eye contact with the ferrous she-devil in front of me.

"I didn't know," I said throwing my teeth. To this, she just angrily chuckled. She rolled her eyes and then brought them back to mine, she stood up straighter and came closer to me to make herself bigger than me.

"You know, when we were at the hospital I honestly did believe that. But then I had time to think. For the entire trip, you've been zoned out, and every time I asked what you were thinking about you always said kids. I honestly suspected something when we were on the plain and you only had one drink. Now that I think about it I'm pretty disappointed in you that you drank wine knowing you were pregnant." I felt a small tear escape my eyes as we continued to stare at each other.

Once I felt another tear roll down my face I decided the eye contact was unnecessary. I turned away from her and walked away. "Take me home," I said.

"So you did know!" I turned around to face her,

"No Skylar! I freaking didn't know! If I did know I wouldn't have been putting up with all your bull shit for these past few months. Do you think I asked for this?! I am not ready to bring a human being that is my flesh and blood into this world. I have enough problems and I don't need to worry about another thing."

"What the hell is going so bad in your life to the point you go out and sleep with a guy?! What, your married boss is sleeping with you? That's what's got you so messed up in the head?!" Oh, if only you know. "Or is it because you Layla? Do you feel too guilty to be with her because you will constantly be cheating on her? Because Madelyn deny it as much as you want to, but you want this just as much as I do. So we are both to blame, not just me. Or is it because of that teacher of yours?"

"Okay, that's enough!" I yelled. She can yell at me all she wants about anyone but I draw a line at Amy. Although she hurt me in unbearable ways, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. She did leave me, but she changed me in the process. I became a strong woman because of her so no matter what I shall always thank her for that. "This has nothing to do with her, more importantly, this has nothing to do with you. So I am asking you one last time. Take. Me. Home." I growled.

She didn't do nor say anything for about thirty seconds. Right when I was getting ready to walk out she grabbed my bag and took it outside. Common sense took over me and told me that she was getting ready to kick me out but when she opened the door and looked at me, I knew she was taking me back to Seattle.