I sat there on the toilet, waiting for the last minute to pass. It seems to take forever for it to show the results. The timer on my phone went off, interrupting my thoughts. I pick up the test, knowing what it'll say, and hope to God I'm wrong. Two lines.
"Shit," I say. "No, please no!" I knew that I should've went to the doctor as soon as I noticed my last period! "Why did you have to be here?" I cry. "He's not gonna like this."
I gotta tell Joe. I mean, he is this baby's father. No matter how angry he may get, he deserves to know. So, later on, I went to the living room and told him the news. Well, news to him. I guess I knew in the back of my head from day one.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" he yells. "You got pregnant!? And you didn't tell me until now!? That's why you've been getting fat! Isn't it!?"
"Joe please stop! I wanted to make sure before-"
"You waited six months to tell me!!" That's when he hit me and I fell to the ground.
"Please stop!" I beg.
There was a knock at the door. Great. Now he can look straight into someone's eyes and tell them that everything's fine, that I'm fine, that we're just having a "Rough patch". It's all become so normal for him to lie like that. This is not the man I fell in love with two years ago.
"Be good, okay?"
I nod my head as he opens the door.
"Elliot," Joe says. Yes! "What are you doing here?"
"He's here to pick me up," I answer. "We're carpooling."
"Olivia-"
I cut him off because, frankly, I don't want him to try to talk me out of it today. "Joe, you won't take me and I'm not walking."
Then, Elliot and I left.
A/n: Soo, as I promised, part two to TIHH is here!😊 Hope you all enjoy this one as much as you did the original!
