glee love

Chapter 27

Rachel's POV:

I walk unsteadily into her apartment. I'm so scared, my legs are shaking.

I hold the box like its a knife. Far away from my body.

"The bathroom is this way." Shelby says, and leads me to her bathroom.

It's a large bathroom, with a lot of space.

I cough awkwardly. "Could you maybe wait right outside the door for me?" I ask. She is my birth mom. She's seen me naked. She is capable of waiting outside the door.

"Sure sweetie. You can call me in after you pee on it, then we can wait together." She says, and I nod.

I walk into the bathroom, and sit on the toilet.

My hands shaking, I open the box.

This is it.

I lower the stick and pee on it, and wow, it's basically the awkwardest thing.

I finish peeing and lay the stick on the side.

I finish up, and wash my hands. I guess Shelby takes this as a cue that I'm done, and she walks in.

"Are you ok sweetie?" She asks me, and I can't really answer.

I'm going through different possibilities in my head.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Rachel." She whispers.

"What if I'm pregnant? I don't think he wants a baby. Does he? Well, we are married, but I don't think he wants one yet. And I don't want to get an abortion. Hell no. Never. And plus, it would put my singing career on hold." I say to no one in particular.

"Sh, it's going to be ok." She whispers and rubs my back.

Finally, five minutes pass.

I look at the stick.

I look again for clarification.

I blink a few times.

I pinch my skin.

Maybe I'm dreaming.

I'm definitely having a nightmare.

"Rach. What is it?" Shelby asks and looks at the stick.

"Oh honey," she whispers and hugs me.

I'm frozen. But I guess you could say WE are frozen.

Me and the creature growing inside of me.

WE.

US.

"But... I had this whole plan. What about Broadway? What about my future?" I cry into her shoulder.

She rubs my back.

"It's going to be ok. I promise. I know from experience. But one thing I may regret is giving you up." She kisses my forehead.

"Finn... I need to tell Finn..." I say quietly.

Shelby hands me my phone which I had placed on the side.

I dial Finns phone number, and put it on speaker.

I motion for Shelby to stay quiet.

"Hello?" Finn answers. I can't even get myself to open my mouth without crying.

"Hi... Finn. We need to talk." I start crying again, and I try to push it back.

"Oh, baby. What's wrong?" He asks.

"I'm. I'm. Pregnant." I whisper.

He doesn't answer, and I guess that means he didn't hear me.

"Who's the father?" He yells through the phone.