One Drunken Night

Epilogue 3

Positive

I stared at the thing in my hands as I sat on the closed toilet cover. The two bars staring back at me from the digital screen. I can't seem to wrap my mind around what's written.

I'm pregnant.

A nauseous feeling swept through my head again as I felt the bile start to rise up again. I quickly opened the lid amd emptied my contents into the toilet bowl.

Again.

I groaned as I sat against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom. I've been sick for the past three days, whatever food Dylan bought for me, it always ends up in the toilet twenty minutes after being consumed. I didn't want to scare Dylan if he sees me bringing home a pregnancy test so while he was out buying food the other day, I snuck one in.

How am I going to tell him I'm prgenant? Will he be mad? Oh shit, he will be mad. I don't think he's ready to handle a kid yet.

We've been together for three years already and was always careful by using protection. I thought those shits were supposed to always work? I felt sick again as I thought of the worst case scenario when Dylan comes home from the pharmacy, he's been buying meds for me for three days and was really worried. Every morning, he insists on staying in bed with me all day in case when I need something.

I sat on the floor for what felt like hours when I heard the front door click shut. My breath hitched in my throat as I heard footsteps coming towards the room. "Steph?" I heard him call from the bedroom. Then his footsteps stopped outside the bathroom door. I could feel my blood pumping through my ears, my palms started to sweat and they felt sticky.

The door creaked open and I heard Dylan's sigh of relief. "Oh thank god, I thought you wondered somewhere. You scared me." He sighed and his eyebrows creased with worry, just like the past 3 days. "Come on, let's get you back to--" he froze as he bent down to pick me up, I saw his eyes stayed on the test in my hands. "W-What's that?" He whispered.

My bottom lip quivered as I felt my eyes start to sting from the tears threatening to spill down. "Dylan...?" I mumbled.

"What does it say?" He asked slowly as he started to kneel down beside me.

I didn't think I was able to say it but I forced the words out. "P...Posit-tive." I stuttered and managed to spill out. "I'm pregnant, Dylan."

He stood up abruptly and started pulling his hair, I was afraid he might pull it out of it's roots. "Fuck...Fucking shit!" He let out, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit..."

"Dylan...I.." I started to get up.

"Get rid of it!" He snapped, looking at me in horror.

My body felt cold and it's like all blood drained from my body as those words left his mouth. I never felt so rejected in my life. Dylan looked at me as if I was his worst nightmare, as if wishing I wasn't there in the room with him. My feet couldn't seem to move from its spot. "A..Are--Are you kidding me, Dylan?" I managed out, hoping I heard him wrong.

"I said, GET RID OF IT!" He shook his head. "I don't want that...that thing around our apartment! I'm...I'm not ready to be a father yet..." he said quietly.

Suddenly, heat started to consume my body, instead of feeling embarrassed by his rejection, I felt anger towards his words and what he called our baby. "This thing is our baby, Dylan! You can't just fucking get rid of him just because you can't be his father! If you won't take care of him, fine! I'll do it myself!" I started walking towards the dopr of the bathroom.

"Wait," he grabbed onto my wrist. I expected an apology from his mouth so I turned around to face him, he had a regretful look on his face. "I really am not ready, princess. I'll give you two options. First, you set up for...abortion and we'll act as if this whole thing never happened. Or two, you can have the baby..but we have to end."