Don't Just Say It; You Should Sing My Name

Chapter 27: Results

It's been 4 days now. The doctor is 2 days late in contacting me about the DNA test. And while I was actually WITH Vic now, I still didn't like how he was sure the baby wasn't his. Four days of pure torture. Four days with death, sadness, games, company, and persistant texts from A. She kept getting scarier and scarier. Knowing more specific, and more detrimental information. Some of it, though, seemed to just be a scare tactic in that no one really knew the information except the owner. Like Vic's thoughts. Only he himself knew those, so that was a scare tactic. But it worked. Every day I was with him, I feared more and more that he'd leave me. I still hadn't told him about A... Every time I got upset over it, I just told him it was hormones. A little lie can't hurt, right? Until A texts me, telling me that I'm a little liar just like everone else... That lying is a turn off. But if I tell the truth... Things will happen... So far, it's just been a very vague "you don't want to know how. But you will pay. Greatly". I jumped every time my phone went off. So much so that Vic even started to worry, so I started putting my phone on silent for texts. Thankfully, when Vic and I stayed home, A was less troublesome. And today, we were planning to stay home and just watch movies with Dorrie.

It was about 2 PM, and Vic and I were currently bathing Dorrie – she was a grimy mess from her peanut butter & jelly sandwich for lunch. I was in the middle of washing her dark hair with Johnson's baby wash (one of my most favourite smells in the world) when my phone started vibrating in my back pocket. I knew it wasn't A since it could only be a phone call, so I felt safe asking Vic to get it. "Babe, can you grab my phone. It might actually be important." We both laughed, equally ticked off at the hospital.

He reached into my pocket, slipping my phone out and looking at the number. "Um... 619-543-6222...? I don't know that number except that it's here in San Diego..."

"Just answer it before they hang up. I can't take it," I held up my sudsy hands and went back to Dorrie. Vic answered it, "Hello?... She's unavailable right now. May I ask who's calling?... Oh! Um, yes... Yes. Mhmm... Yes, sir. Thank you very much." Vic hung up, slipping my phone back in my pocket.

"So? Who was it?" I rinsed Dorrie thoroughly and wrapped her up in a towel, staring at Vic. He didn't meet my gaze once, just started draining the infant tub inside of the actual bathtub and hanging up the washcloth, "That was UC San Diego. They want us – well, mostly you, I guess – to come in as soon as possible... To discuss the results of the DNA test."

I almost dropped Dorrie, "Seriously?! It's about time! We have to get her dressed and we'll go. Is that okay??"

"Of course," Vic smiled softly and added, "It's the moment of truth..."

Of course I was terrified, even though I knew for a fact I was carrying Vic's child in my uterus. But I sucked it up, doing my best to be calm, cool, and collected. I put Dorrie in her favourite purple dress and flower sandals, and we immediately drove to the hospital. On cue, Vic's phone buzzed! Cara. I was positive.She was around a lot these past 4 days too. Er, rather, if she wasn't around, she was texting Vic to try to be around. I heard him sigh heavily and put his phone back in his pocket. "Not gonna talk to her today, babe?"

"Only to tell her to back off today," he chuckled and pulled out his phone, presumably to tell her we were busy. Once we got to the hospital, I took Dorrie out of her carseat and attempted to carry her, only to have Vic pluck her from my arms. "You have enough to carry. Let's go," and he led me to the reception desk to get ahold of the doctor he talked to on the phone.

We waited for a good half hour for the damn doctor. But at least Vic was able to get Dorrie to sleep.I managed to have to pee twice in that time. Thankfully, the doctor had the charts in hand when he led us to an office. I sat on the examination table, Vic leaning on it near me. "So..." the doctor dawdled, "Ms. Purdy, Mr. Fuentes. You requested a DNA test. I must first apologize for the wait both in the lobby and over the past 4 days. the lab has been utterly swamped with work."

"Please just what are the results, sir?" I was impatient as hell.

"Well, the DNA shows that Mr. Fuentes is indeed the father of your child. On top of that, the embryo is developing wonderfully at this point in time according to the DNA sample."

"Wait. Can I ave that in writing?" I was smiling like a maniac. It took every ounce of my being not to jump around the office like a kangaroo screaming "I told you, I told you, I told you" at Vic. The doctor looked at me in an odd way, "Of course... I can show you the papers right now..." He showed us the clipboard, and Vic just stared at me. The whole 45 minutes in the fucking office, he said nothing at all, just stared at me.

Back at home, about an hour later, Vic still hadn't said anything. I just put Dorrie in her bed for her nap and stuck the official lab report to the fridge with a magnet. "So are you just gonna sit there and watch me move?" I got fed up and checked my phone to see if anyone texted. A was nowhere to be found... Interesting...

"Sorry... I just..." Vic trailed off, zoning out again.

"Look, if you're going to be like this, please just go home for today. I just proved to you with official legal documentations that I am going to give birth to your child. The least you can do is talk to me. Since I'm your GIRLFRIEND." I looked at him, expecting something more than silence. I only got more of the same. "UGH! Fine!" I stomped quietly to my room, not wanting to wake Dorrie, when I heard footsteps behind me. I rolled my eyes and felt Vic grab my wrist. He spun me to face him, "Jezabelle. I was wrong. I was an idiot and an asshole. I'm sorry." I blinked at him for what seemed like forever, only to be brought back to reality by a quick, but meaningful kiss. "You're the mother of my child, Jeza. And I couldn't have picked a better woman to do the job. I will make it up to you."

Tears filled my eyes, even though it wasn't something to even cry happy tears over. "Thank you... Just... Thank you."

He shook his head and held me close, "Don't thank me. I don't deserve it. Just rest and we'll go out tonight. I'll take you out to dinner and... I don't know what else. But it'll be a really nice evening. I promise." He kissed me softly again and took me to my room. "You nap, and I'll stay up for Dorrie."

I shook my head, "I can't let you... I can't expect you to do that..."

"Then I'll do it because I want to. I'll lock the front door, I'll leave her door and your door open, and it'll be okay."

"Fine," I finally caved, "But only because I'm having a baby and because you'll finally own up to the fact that it's YOUR baby." I went into my room and laid down, trying to sleep. Sadly, it didn't work. So I turned my phone off, knowing that anxiety was too much for me.

Over 20 minutes passed as I tried to drift off to Dreamland, when Vic walked into my room. "I've heard you squirming around. Here..." He laid next to me, holding me closely. "Maybe this will help..." And for the first time since finding out I was pregnant, I fell into a sound sleep quickly, with no worries of the future, what anyone would think about me, and no worries of A either. Everything in that moment was as it should be. Just me, Vic, and our unborn baby. And this is how I wanted it to stay.

If only fate was so allowing...