Why can't I be with him?

How do I say this?

It has been exactly one week and three days since Tyrece and I had sex.

I have been avoiding what is right in front of me.

Literally.

"Evie, I really think you should see a doctor. You have been showing signs all week."

He was right. I was throwing up, eating everything in reach, and kinda bloated. I just said it was my period. Tyrece's mom even got me pads.

I didn't use a single one.

"Tyrece, I am not pregnant. Okay?" I said sounding like I was telling myself that as well.

He looked at me and saw the desperate look on my face and sighed.

We layed down in bed just holding each other.

Tyrece has been acting different too. After it happened, he has become more protective of me. He even made sure that Cindy Crawford wouldn't bother me anymore. Plus, he barely hangs out with his friends. I feel somewhat guilty about that. I know it technically isn't my fault, but it feels like it is.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers.

"You know you can hang out with your friends if you want, right?" I said looking at the ceiling.

"I know. I just don't feel comfortable leaving you alone. Especially with the possibility that I can be a dad." He said. He seemed somewhat happy when he said that there was a chance he was a dad. It made me think...

Would having a baby really be bad or am I just psyching myself out?

Could I do this if I am?

Am I ready to be a mom if the time comes?

These questions and so many more were swirling around in my head.

"Hey," he must have noticed how stressed I was making myself. "Everything is gonna be okay. You know that I will stick by you through anything, okay?"

I turned around to look at him. He always knew what to say when I'm feeling stressed.

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After that day I made an appointment with their family doctor to see if I was pregnant or not.

We are headed there now actually. Tyrece is coming with me. The family just thinks its for my "cold".

When we get there, I check in and me and Tyrece sit in the waiting room. There wasn't much people there, but it felt like a thousand pairs of eyes were on me.

I understand they are not used to seeing a white girl here, but did they have to stare so much?

Tyrece, as always, sensed my discomfort and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. This caused some of the people to gasp softly.

Then all of a sudden a woman walked up to us, she seemed to stand closer to Tyrece though.

"Ty, what you doin' puttin' your arm around this white girl? Why she here? Are you trying to get yourself killed boy!?" As she talked her voice seemed to get louder and angrier.

"She's my girlfriend, Miss Mable." He said respectfully. I just looked down.

Her stare was so intense it made my cheeks redden, I felt foolish being there.

"What you mean she yo' girlfriend?! And why are you-" She didnt finish her sentence before she started looking at us with wide eyes.

"Tyrece, tell me you didnt get this little white girl pregnant."