Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: What To Do? What To Do?

    "Are you feeling any better, Erin?" my sister, Erika, asked. I called her after I had seen the dreaded pink plus sign and went home with the plan to pee on a few more.

"Can we not talk? Can we text? I might yell at you," I told her.

"Sure," she was confused.

    I texted her a picture with a caption that said, "Current mood."

In the picture, both middle fingers were present and I frowned.

"Why?" Erika texted back.

   "Feast your eyes."

I sent her a picture of three pregnancy tests. That was due to still being in shock. Three blasted positive signs! At the time, wrapping my mind about it was a foreign concept.

   "Oh! My! God!"

"Yeah I know," I replied. I expected the questions to come or offers to come over and talk."

"You're having Chris Hemsworth's baby!" she exclaimed in text with plenty emojis to spare.

"WTF! Is that all you have to say?"

"No. My single sister having the god of thunder's child! This is awesome!"

"No it's not! I'm getting an abortion and that's all there is to it! Don't you dare give me the pro-life BS!" I smashed the invisible keys.

I saw my sister shaking her head, "You're not the only person to make that choice, Erin."

"I'm carrying it inside of me. I can use my body however I want to!" I fired back. "I'm not going to use it to carry the offspring of a man I hardly know," I texted back in fury.

"But he's the sexiest man alive!"

"What's the matter with you?"

"Okay, Erin," she texted in segments. "In all seriousness. It's your choice. Maybe I don't agree with it, but I have one word of advice....Tell the man! Talk it over. Perhaps, if you do go through it, knowing he'll be there on the way will help your decision. At the end of it, the choice is still yours, not his."

   I may have been pissed off, but she had a point. I don't believe men involved in this type of situation be end all-be all decision maker, but if seems right, a discussion is warranted. As I held a fragmented form of such a belief -- which after was strengthened from my experience-- I simply answered, "I hate it when you do that."

"What? When I'm right?" she asked in that sisterly I-told-you-so fashion.  "When you know my advice is the only way to go?"

"I'm never going to admit it," I said. "Thanks."

"Of course," with a winky emoji. 

   We stopped the conversation. I laid on the couch, rubbing my flat stomach. I took it all again: Pregnant. Single. Pregnant and single. Single and pregnant. I hated tying those two words together in any order.  I never imagined myself situation in this situation. Let alone be living it. Althugh I was in a better place financially than most individuals in my case. Regardless, my parents were going to question what kind of daughter they raised. They didn't have the right to because they didn't do just that, raise me.

      I rubbed my belly again. It hadn't swelled yet. I knew it would soon enough and the shame couldn't be hidden after that. 

   An abortion was the only thing I saw in my future. I couldn't be a mother. Or at least I pondered at the time. I think even when you feel like you're not ready for such a responsibility; you just need to wait and see. This wasn't like some trivial thing. This was the rest of my life. I didn't know if I could hold on for that long. 

   Also, I didn't know how to tell Chris. During shooting would've been the worst time because the gossip would've spread no matter if it came from our lips or not. I had no intention of going back to the Plaza hotel. My fear still lingered that people would recognize me as the girl who slept in Room 5-15 with the famed actor, Chris Hemsworth, and appeared frazzled the very next day. 

   I looked to my belly and for some reason began to speak to it, "Don't get too comfortable in there. I'm not ready to be a mom."

  The things that suggested that statement were obvious. I was single and motherhood is a task that shouldn't be taken lightly if there isn't two people doing the work. By no means am I putting down single moms and parents everywhere. It's just parenthood isn't easy and at the time, it scared me beyond belief. I couldn't visualize myself caring for another human being that was my own. Babysitting was different. That was a couple hours. This was a lifetime.

   Yet, through the areas that could've used work, I saw potential in others. My job and income were steady and enough to care for another human being. My work could've had chosen hours, so I could actually raise the kid, unlike my parents. That's what I was afraid of being most. If I did carry the baby to term and raise it, I'd treat him or her the same way my mom and dad treated me. I couldn't bear the thought.

"There's no point," I brought my knees to my face. "I'm just going to screw everything up."

   Like early this morning, I began to let out all my tears once again. I couldn't believe this was happening. The question was now, what was I going to do about it? What would Chris say? How did I tell him? Abortion? Stay pregnant? 

   My mind couldn't take it. There were more questions than answers. My future was so bright yet it seemed blocked by fog.