The Quarterback's Girl

Chapter 12

After the doctor's appointment, Nate brought me straight home. He probably wanted to get food or something, but I really wasn't in the mood. "Do you want me to stay a little longer?" He asked me with a concerned face.

"Please. No one's home, I think." I walked into the empty house in a sort of daze. It was unreal. Nate and I settled on to the living room couch and I put my legs on his lap. "I have to get rid of it."

He pulled me a little closer to him so he could kiss my forehead. "It's your decision, Cass."

"No. It's your decision, too." I looked up into his ocean blue eyes. "You haven't really told me what you think about all of this, yet."

He leaned back a little and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess I haven't." He sighed. "If I'm being completely honest, I know I'm not ready to be a dad. But I think together, we could raise the baby."

He was right. We weren't low on money. We had a healthy, stable relationship. I loved Nate, he loved me. We were just too young. I voiced my thoughts. "We're just so young. We still have so much more time to have kids. I'm not ready."

He didn't answer and just rubbed my leg. "I'm going to make an appointment. Today."

I looked Nate in the eye, but he wouldn't look at me. He only stared at the floor. "Want me to go with you?"

"No."

"Alright."

And that was that.

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It shouldn't have been that easy. I shouldn't have been able to just walk into the pristine white building, fill out a form, and that was it. The mattress shouldn't have been so comfortable, there shouldn't have been a soft jazz song playing through a speaker. It was all wrong. But still, I laid there.

"Ms. Morgan? Are you sure you want to do this?" A man with dark hair and thick glasses peered at me over a clipboard. "No turning back."

"Yes." My voice sounded far away.

"Alrighty, then. We're gonna get started. You shouldn't feel a thin-" He was cut off by the door opening. A red-headed nurse entered, whispered something to the doctor, handed him a paper, and then left. "Hmph. Strange."

"What is it?" I asked him, sitting up.

"We require your form from your hospital visit, which you have here. We also require a picture of the fetus."

"What? Why?" I sat up a little more and blinked rapidly.

"Just a precaution."

"That's idiotic." I swung my legs over the bed, not caring that I was naked from the waist down. "Whatever. I'm out of here."

"Ms. Morgan, just take a seat and listen. We can reschedule you, just-"

I cut him off. "No, I don't want to reschedule! I'll find somewhere else that is more professional than here. And you're getting a one-star rating on Google!"

I pulled on my pants and rushed out the door.

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