A Perfect Mistake

Chapter 12

"I'm HPV positive," I declare to Mitchell when I return to the waiting room.

In response, Mitchell buries his face in his hands and whimpers.

"That's exactly how I feel," I lament. 

"What the hell are we gonna do?"

"Well, first we'll wait for 2 or 3 weeks and see if the genital warts go away on their own. If not, we head back to the clinic and get it treated by removing the warts by hand or getting a shot or something like that."

"Okay, well, hopefully it'll go away on its own."

"Me too, Mitch, me too."

Mitchell and I walk out of the clinic and crawl into the car.

We didn't drive yet. Instead we just sit there, motionless and silently.

I rest my hand on Mitchell's upper leg. So does his hand. Soon, our hands wrap around each other until we're officially holding hands.

Warm. Safe. Protected. Loved. Those are the feelings I'm experiencing right now.

"I really like you, Mitchell," I whisper to him, suddenly, without even thinking.

"I really like you too, Cassie." Whispers back Mitchell.

We exchange simple smooches which leads to passionate kisses.

We repel.

"I'll drop you off at your house," Mitchell says as he puts his key in the ignition and puts his hands on the steering wheel and puts the car in reverse.

"K." I reply as he backs out of the parking lot.

Mitchell drops me off at my house several minutes later.

"Bye, Mitch."

"Bye, Cass."

I stand back, watching him as he speedily takes off.

I'm pregnant. Now I have a HPV. I'm totally screwed.

I go inside. 

Eva is in the living room, watching TV.

"So?" Eva prompts.

"I'm positive."

"Oh God."

"I know right?!"

"What are you gonna do? What is Mitchell gonna do?"

"We're going to wait for a few weeks and see if the genital warts disappear on their own and if it doesn't, Mitchell is going to the clinic to have them removed and I'm going to the OB/GYN to have them removed since I'm pregnant and all."

"Okay, well, we'll pray it'll go away on its own."

"Yes. Keep your fingers crossed."

"And keep your eyes crossed." Eva adds, giggling.

"And keep our toes crossed." I add, giggling.

Only we can find a way to giggle during a tough, sticky situation.

"So are we still gonna go to the carnival?" Eva asks as I plop down on the couch next to her.

"Yeah, sure. I wanna have fun while it lasts." I gesture towards my slightly fat belly.

"Wise move." Eva says seriously.

We curl up in little balls and tuck ourselves in a big, thick blanket. We entertain ourselves by watching our favorite movie Juno. And, yes, we watched that movie specifically because I'm pregnant.