It's Terribly Perfect.

6. It's Terribly Perfect: Idiots.

No. Just no. I can’t have two kids. I’m not ready to take care of two babies. Hell, I’m not even really ready to take care of one. I can’t do this. I mean, I can’t not do it, but still. Two babies? At seventeen? One is already one too many at my age. And what about finances? We can barely afford the one baby I thought I was having, how the hell are we going to afford two?

My mouth was hanging open, eyes wide, soaking in the news my doctor just informed me of. Twins. I whispered the only thing I could manage, “What?”

Wait a minute. Waist just a damn minute. I already had my first ultrasound and the nurse told me it was one. Just. One.

I peered up at the doctor who had an amused and somewhat guilty smile spreading across his face.

“No one ever laughs with me when I pull that one,” he chuckled. I glanced up at Ryan who was also laughing. “Ah, finally,” the doctor sighed happily.

“What?” I hissed at him, my eyes narrowing.

“You’re just having one baby, Miss Santiago. It was a joke that the mothers never really do appreciate,” he told me.

“You dirty old bastard,” I nearly shouted, which just made both him and Ryan burst out with more laughter. I shot a look at Ryan, causing him to clear his throat and pull off an almost serious face, a smile still playing at his lips.

“My apologies, Kasynne,” the doctor replied, chuckling quietly as he wrote on the  forms.

I took a deep breath, calming myself before looking at the monitor. No twins. Thank God.

I looked at the moving picture of my baby, feeling a smile form on my face. My baby, I said to myself, taking in the black and white. Mine. I was in my own little fantasy, picturing the baby being born, growing up, saying its first-

“What’s today?” Doctor Rein asked, pulling me from my thoughts. He was bent over his desk, his glasses sliding down on the bridge of his nose.

“September 29th,” Ryan answered him. He nodded, filling out the rest of the paper before walking over to me. He wiped the gel off of my stomach, allowing me to put my shirt down and sit up, continuously glaring at him.

“Alright Miss Santiago, in one month on the day before Halloween I want you back up here to possibly find out the gender of your one and only baby,” he told me, laughing quietly to himself again.

“Okay. Is everything else all right?” I questioned, resting a hand on my stomach.

“Absolutely. Just keep doing what you’re doing, eat healthy, and don’t take any medicine that isn’t prescribed by me. Alright?”

“Gotcha.”

The baby’s healthy, there’s only one, and my doctor is a wanna-be prankster. That should be interesting.

By the time we were out of the clinic it was close to eleven. I was given the ultrasound pictures of my baby which I kept looking at nearly the whole trip home, hugging the blue pillow, my knees pulled up to my chin and The Eagles playing in the car. I felt happy, serene. I held the picture in my hand, my lips pulling up in a smile as I realized how even though life could be better, I was actually more blessed than I’d ever noticed before.

We pulled into my driveway right after noon, Ryan coming around to open my door for me although there was no need for it. I was wearing his jacket from the night we first spent hanging out. I tried to give it back to him before I went in, but he refused once again.