Taking Out A Player

Chapter 37

Lassie POV:

I laid in the bed and rubbed my stomach. I been up for about three hours now and not a single person came in here yet. I can't believe that I was pregnant. I could feel the child inside me. It makes me think about how I always wanted a husband and kids and maybe even a dog. The whole family package, but I know that's not gonna happen. I knew that Jack was the father, but he wouldn't be around. Even unconscious, I heard that Jack had died. I wanted to cry for me, Jack, and the baby, but I had cried up a storm while I was unconscious without anyone noticing. Now, I have to be strong because I don't really need to stress the baby out.

I heard the doorknob clicked and footsteps follow behind. I looked over and saw my parents come in. My mom gasp. "LeeLee?" I nodded. My mom rushed over to me and gave me a hug. "Oh, my sweet baby. I missed you so much."

My dad got on the other side of my bed and kissed my forehead. "Hello baby girl," he said.

I smiled at him. I missed them too.

A mom finally let go of me and sighed. "Lassie, we have something to tell you."

I shook my head. "There's nothing to tell. I'm pregnant, and the father of my baby is dead. The only question I got is when I'll be able to get out of here."

My parents were startled, but they kept their mouths shut. "I'ma go find a doctor," my dad finally said. He gave me another kiss on my forehead before leaving out.

My mom sat down in the seat beside me. She took my hand in hers. "So how you're feeling babe?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I will live," I said simply. I really don't know exactly how to feel.

My mom looked at me silently like she was trying to figure out something. She inhaled before saying, "You know having a baby is a big responsibility."

I nodded. "I know."

She was silent for a minute more. "You know there's a lot things you have to do for a baby. You have to feed it, change all the diapers, constantly checking on the little thing." She lightly laughed at what she said. "Then you'll have to make all its doctor appointments to be sure it's healthy. And you have dreadful nights without sleep because the baby is waking you up. Most of all, you'll have to balance all of that with work."

I observed my mom suspiciously. "What you're trying to say?" I challenged.

"I'm just saying that it's a lot to do..." She paused for a minute. "You have other options."

"Like what?" I asked slowly realizing what she was talking about.

She took a deep breath. "It's not too late to get an abortion." My eyes widen in shock at what she suggested. "I done research that you can get rid of the baby as far along as you by having a miscarriage with the abortion pills."

I finally got over my shock as I snatch my hand away from her. I glared at her and shook my head.

"OK. Maybe you don't want to kill the baby; you can always give it up for adoption," she kept going. "A friend of yours offered to take care of the baby while you were in a coma. Maybe she'll like to have a baby to raise herself."

I raised my hand to stop her from talking. If she had said one more word about this, I probably would've snapped. "I'm not getting an abortion or giving my baby up for adoption. I'm not even sure why you would even suggest that."

"I'm just given you your options," she said.

I shook my head. "No. You were slick telling me to get rid of my baby," I said angrily.

"I'll just saying that you should wait another time to try to have kids. Like when you have a man who would definitely be there to help you out."

"My baby's daddy is dead and you know it," I defended. How is it the baby's fault that Jack had died. The thought about him gone could bring tears to my eyes, but I was too fucking mad at my mother.