Sabrina pov
I wake up the same way I fell asleep. I check the time on my phone and it's 6:30. I look over to see Peyton sleeping. I silently get up and walk into my room.
"Hello this is Sabrina carpenter, I would like to make an appointment for Tomorrow." I say into the phone. I better make the appointment before I forget.
"Yes miss carpenter, would 2:00 be ok?" She asks.
"Yes that's perfect. Thank you." I say and hang up. I text Bradley the time and she answers back saying thanks.
I pace around my room. My mom is going to be home in an hour and I don't know how to tell her.
I decide to walk back into the living room and I see Peyton gathering his things.
"My mom called she wants me home" he says walking towards me.
"Okay my appointment for tomorrow is at 2 if you wanna come." I say.
"Okay" he answers and lightly kisses me. He turns and walks out the door. It's now 7:00. My moms gonna be home in a half hour.
I decide that I would clean the house a bit to put her in a good mood. I start in the kitchen by washing the dirty dishes. When I'm done that I clean up the living room. I look out the Window and see that she's home.
"I can do this" I say to myself.
"Hey sweetie" my mom says as she walks through the door.
"Hi mom, i was wondering if we could talk" I say nervously.
"Sure what's up" she asks sitting next to me on the couch.
"Mom please don't be mad but I'm pregnant" I say and I'm about to cry.
She just stares into space. The same way Bradley did.
"Sabrina , who's the father?" She asks calmly.
"Bradley" I answer a tear rolling down my cheek.
"I'm not mad Sabrina just disappointed." She says beginning to cry.
"I'm soo sorry mom. I have an appointment tomorrow to find out the gender." I say
"May I come with?" She asks .
"Of course" I say.
"Did you talk to Michael?" She asks
O my god. I totally forgot about the show. He might cancel it.
"No I'll call him tomorrow." I say kind of panicked.
"Okay, I think you should keep the baby, I don't want you to have an abortion." She says
I was hoping she would say that.
"Okay good, how do you think dad will react?" I ask biting my lip.
"Not good" she says
