Here's To Wishing I'd Never Met You!

Forgetting Him, Living For The Baby

Chapter Six... Forgetting Him, Living For The Baby

 

Week twelve.

Finally during week twelve my morning sickness came to a dead halt. And I couldn't be happier, considering that Ramone had up and left six weeks ago. He was well and truly at the back of my thoughts. All that was on my mind now was my baby.

"Morning!" I grinned excitedly as I walked into the kitchen. Kent was making waffles for breakfast. "Ooh! They smell amazing!"

"Well, someone's happy this morning," Kent smiled back. "Does that mean you're not feeling sick today?"

"Absolutely!" I chuckled. "Is breakfast almost ready?"

"One lot of waffles with whipped cream and chocolate sauce coming right up," Kent grinned before laughing.

"Where's Sam?"

"At work. He's probably eating bacon and eggs, as usual."

"Do you know how hard it is to eat healthy when you're pregnant? I haven't had anything decent to eat in like, over a week. It's been all junk food. My doctor's gonna hit the roof today!"

"You're supposed to eat a lot when you're pregnant."

"You're not supposed to attempt to give yourself gestational diabetes! Oh, God! I need an apple, or some vegetables... something!"

"Calm down, P! I think you're scared about having the ultrasound today."

"A little bit. But still!"

"Look, Paige! I'll be there with you, remember? You just need to relax. The baby will be fine."

"Oh, I'm gonna be a terrible mother," I sighed as I sank into a seat. Kent placed a plate of food in front of me.

"No, P. You're gonna be an excellent mom. I know it. Sam knows it. Even your family know it. They may not know about the baby, but they know that you'll be a good mother when you have a baby. And honey, it's happening."

"You have so much confidence in me."

"You're probably the only person who has no confidence in yourself. Because everybody believes in you. Even the jackass who left you... he knows, too."

"If Ramone had confidence in me, he wouldn't have left me while I was out of town like a coward."

"His loss, honey."

"True. But still. He's left me alone to raise our child, and I don't understand why."

"He must have problems."

"If I ever find him, I'm cutting his penis off."

Kent chuckled.

"I believe you would!" he laughed.

After I ate my breakfast, which was delicious, we readied ourselves for the day. Kent drove me to the doctors, as he'd promised to come since he didn't have a class until after lunch. I was missing a class, a pattern that had yet to affect my grades. But I found that I was enjoying juggling it. I had only told my bosses the other day about the baby, which they were supportive and said they would let me take any time off that I needed.

Which luckily for me, I'd only had to have one day off where I couldn't manage to keep any food down whatsoever.

Sitting in the waiting room of my obstetrician was quite unnerving... and pretty boring. So I was glad when after half an hour, my name was called.

"Is this Dr Bowen good?" Kent asked.

"I hope so!" I frowned. "I don't know. I was referred to her."

"Fair enough," Kent shrugged.

"This room is like, baby central," I sighed. "Kind of making me even more nervous about being a mom."

"There's like, models of vaginas and uteruses..." Kent said, amazed. "I've seriously never even seen these before."

"You haven't dated a girl before?" I asked.

"Dated? Yes," he answered. "Slept with? No. I never even... you know... saw a naked girl before. When all my friends were looking at girls in magazines, I was checking out the guys from the private school across the road."

"Oh. I thought..."

"Paige, if I wasn't gay, you'd be the first girl I'd ask out."

"Seriously?"

"When you kept trying to flirt with me, get me to notice you... I noticed. And I was attracted to you. The first girl that I'd ever been attracted to was you."

"But... you've dated girls before..."

"Yes, I have. But I've never been attracted to them."

"That uh... that makes me feel kind of special."

"The reality is if I wasn't in a relationship with Sam or any other guy at the time, I'd probably be here with you as more than just a friend. And you wouldn't have met Ramone. Because you'd be pregnant with my child."

"You've... you've never told me this before..."

"No. But Sam knows. At first, he was hesitant at meeting you. I think he was worried I was gonna leave him for a girl. I'd never do that... Never..."

"Of course you wouldn't. You're too honest for that."

"Sam was glad that you were a nice person, that though you were attracted to me you backed off when you learnt that I was gay and taken."

"Well, I hate cheaters. I'd never be with someone who was in another relationship."

"And that's what I like about you. Other than to your family, you don't lie."

I never knew that Kent had liked me. In fact, I was pretty sure he didn't see me in that way. But it didn't change the fact that he was my best friend at all...

The doctor walked in a few minutes later, smiling brightly.

"Hello!" she grinned, practically floating on air. "I'm Dr Bowen. We haven't actually met yet. You're Paige Curtis, right?"

"Yes, hi," I smiled.

"And this must be dad," Dr Bowen said to Kent.

"No, he's my best friend," I corrected. "The father is... missing."

"Oh, well that's not good," she said sadly. "I hope you find him."

"Oh, I know who he is," I sighed. "He just... left."

"Well, let's take a look at your baby, shall we?" Dr Bowen grinned.

I had to have a couple of blood tests, then I got to see my little baby growing quite nicely on the monitor. Twelve weeks, six days... And I was in the second trimester, which was a relief. I would never forget the amazing sound of my baby's heartbeat... it brought tears to my eyes. Kent squeezed my hand tightly, smiling as well.

"Everything looks good," Dr Bowen smiled. "Eat more healthy stuff and you'll lower your risk of developing gestational diabetes."

"Thankyou," I smiled happily.

"Are you going to find out the sex of the baby at your next appointment?" she asked.

"Definitely," I answered.

I made my next appointment for my nineteenth week, just so I could find out. I hated not knowing if it was a boy or a girl... something told me I was having a girl, though. Not sure what... just something.

It made me happy to know that my baby was healthy...