The next day after Eva and I went to the carnival, I just stayed at home, chilling. Eva and her boyfriend Jonathan Hughes went to the carnival today, though.
Mom doesn't have work until 11 at night, which means that we can have some mother-and-daughter time together.
"Hey, Mom, I have something to tell you," I approach nervously.
"What is it, sweetie?" Mom replies as she sips her hot, plain black coffee.
"I...oh God, this isn't gonna be easy to say."
"Sweetie, you're already pregnant. What can be worse than that?"
"I have a HPV." I blurt out.
Mom's eyes bulge and her jaw drops. "Cassie!"
"I know, I know, Mom. Please don't be mad at me, Mommy. Please." I wail. Tears run down my cheeks.
Mom wraps her arm around my back and gently squeezes my back. She kisses me softly on my head. "Oh, honey, I'm not mad. I'm just surprised. Just...how do you have a HPV?"
"Mitchell has a HPV, which spread to me."
"Ohh. Gotcha. God, I'm gonna kill that boy."
"Mom! Don't be mad at him either! Eva is already mad at him. You can't be mad at him either."
Mom sighs. "Fine. I won't."
"Thanks, Mommy." I sniffle.
"You're welcome, sweetie." Mom replies with another kiss on my head. "So what are you and Mitch gonna do about it?"
"Well, first we're gonna wait it out for a few weeks and see if it goes away on its own. If it doesn't, Mitch goes to the clinic and gets it treated and I - "
"You go to the OB/GYN and get it personally treated because you're pregnant." Mom finishes up for me.
"Yes."
"Well, Cassie, I wish both of you good luck."
I smile weakly. "Thanks."
Then I add, "You're the best mom ever."
"You're the best daughter ever." Mom says, smiling weakly.
How could she say that? Let's see. Well, I promised Mom that I wouldn't get pregnant as a teenager, and I broke my promise, anyway. And now I have a HPV.
She is insane to think that I'm the best daughter ever. I'm actually the worst daughter ever.
"Yeah, I guess." I reply glumly.
Mom doesn't notice my glumness, thankfully. I don't want her to know what I'm thinking of myself.
~ ~ ~
3 weeks later....
Mitchell's HPV went away on its own. He's so lucky.
Guess what? My HPV didn't go away. I still have it. I'm not so lucky at all.
I call Dr. Tate's (my OB/GYN) office and schedule an appointment for today - Friday, June 10 - at noon.
Mitchell kindly escorts me there.
"You wanna come with me?" I invite him when Dr. Tate calls my name at promptly 12:05 PM.
"Of course," Mitchell half smiles.
I can tell that he's nervous for me.
Dr. Tate says, "Okay, Miss Somers, first I'll remove the genital warts then I'll run an ultrasound, so that I can check up on the baby."
"Okay," I reply, my heart flutters, my stomach churns - 2 obvious signs that I'm a nervous wreck.
Dr. Tate makes me spread my legs apart and she peers inside my private part. This is so awkward and embarrassing considering Mitchell is standing there with us. She removes the genital warts with tools that looks like tweezers. 10 minutes later, all of my genital warts are gone.
"Your HPV is treated, but not completely gone yet." She tells me.
"Oh, when will it go away completely?" I ask, disappointed.
"I'm not sure. Most likely 2 or 3 weeks."
"Okay. Are you gonna run an ultrasound now?" I ask, now a little excited.
I want to see the baby. I never got to see the baby yet.
"Yes," Dr. Tate replies with a big smile.
Mitchell and I grin. He surprises me by holding my hand. I surprise myself by gripping his hand. I note that our hands fits perfectly like a glove.
A couple of minutes later, we look up at the TV monitor thingy that is hooked up to the corner of the wall.
We can vaguely see the baby. We spot his or her head and fingers and toe.
"Aww, he or she is sucking on his or her toes!" I exclaim.
"How cute!" Mitchell exclaims.
Dr. Tate chuckle. "I know, it's absolutely adorable."
"So is the baby healthy?" I inquire.
She nods her head and smiles. "Yep, perfectly healthy. You're 15 weeks pregnant. That means I can find out if it's a boy or girl."
Mitchell and I gasp.
"Tell us the gender!" I cry.
"It's a girl." Dr. Tate announces.
Mitchell and I squeal with happiness.
"We have a daughter, Mitch!" I squeal.
"I know, a beautiful daughter!" Mitch squeals.
We go to my house, all giddy.
"Mom, Dad, the baby is a girl!" I announce loudly and giddily when Mitchell and I enter the kitchen.
Mom's and Dad's face brightens up.
"We have a granddaughter!" They exclaim.
Today's such a great day...
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A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...
