Trudeau

Mistakes

Pray - Sam Smith

Latch (acoustic) - Sam Smith

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1 1/2 Months Later

"So all your previous credits will transfer and so technically you're about halfway through law school. However, since you haven't been in a class for a while, you're going to have a lot of studying to do to refresh yourself." My advisor tells me as we sit down. Yes, I'm back in law school. That's the reason why I got the internship with him in the first place. I've been avoiding using his name, looking at the news, and his calls. Also, Telford has been calling me to come pick up my last pay check, but I've decided it's not worth the pain. All I know about the Trudeau administration these days is the fact that he and Sophie are separating and it hasn't really hurt his numbers, which make me be able to sleep at night.

"Miss Norwell?" My advisor asks.

"Hm? Sorry, I zoned out there for a moment!" I laugh, and push my hair nervously behind my ear.

"I said, did you enjoy your work with the Trudeau Administration? Your recommendation was amazing." My advisor asks.

I take a big gulp and try to act unfazed, "Yes. It was nice." I smile.

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I walk into class, trying to act like I'm not having the biggest headache of my life. I had some to drink last night, but not nearly enough to give me this hangover. Is this what old age does to you? I ask myself.

"Okay class, today we'll be talking about the rise of American distrust in the government starting with Nixon. Anyone have another event that could possibly spark distrust in the American government?" My Professor leans against his desk.

"The Clinton Scandal!" one student shouts. Really? That's really funny coming from a Canadian...little do you know.

"That's also a fantastic one! Why do you think that one sparked farther distrust in the government?" my professor milks the question. It's like he knows.

"I mean, Clinton said he didn't sleep with her, but I mean...he did." the student replies. "That would piss anyone off."

I begin to see spots as my headache takes over. I feel very faint and feel dizzy, before I know it I'm on the floor.

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"Hi! Ms. Norwell!" The ER Doctor pushes the curtain over. "Have you not been eating well?"

I scratch my head, "Not really, I've been getting stomach aches a lot recently so I've been avoiding food a little bit."

The doctor bites his lip, "When was the last time you had a period?"

My face falls as I try to remember, about 2 months ago. But it only lasted for a day or so..." I begin to feel something in the pit of my stomach-- fear.

"Well, congratulations!" The doctor smiles, as if this is supposed to be a happy moment.

"No, no, no, no! I can't be. We always used protection!" I feel tears form. The doctor obviously can tell this was not a happy moment for me.

"Look, there are options if you feel that is necessary. Right now, I'll get a blood sample and an ultrasound to confirm your pregnancy, but I would say you're about two months along." The doctor says in a quite and calm voice.

I look up, "I never showed any signs though. How can that be?"

"Some people don't have a lot of symptoms. You said your last period was only a day, which that could have been implantation bleeding, but most people don't recognize that." The doctor points out. After a moment of silence he speaks again, "I'll get you an ultrasound and you can be on your way."

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"This will be cool." The technician says as she puts some gel on my stomach. Quickly she moves the device around my stomach. I'm frozen the entire time, unable to process what is happening around me. Then I hear it. I hear the rapid heart rate. I come out of my haze and look at the screen. "There it is." The technician begins measuring. "You're a little longer than 2 months based on the size of the baby. Right now, your baby is just beginning to have fingers, toes, and eyes. It's about an inch big right now!"

"Can I get a picture?" I ask, shaking. For some odd reason, despite the situation I just found myself in, I knew everything would somehow end up okay. It always has.

"Of course." The technician smiles and clicks a button.

I think about it for a moment, "Actually can I have two?" The technician nods and smiles as she hits the same button as before.

I breathe slowly to out of my mouth as I take it in. I'm pregnant. Two months pregnant. Right after Justin divorces his wife...literally the worst possible time.

"Calm down, sweetie, it's going to be okay." The technician points to my heart monitor which indicates an increase in my heart rate.

I nod, "Sorry, it's just...complicated." I sigh.

The technician wipes off the gel, "It's okay, take your time and the doctor will be back with your discharge papers."

I'm pregnant with his baby.

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A/N: I was terrified to publish this chapter. It's very short. I've actually had this written for a while but I keep going back and forth on publishing it. I already have the ending written, so I know this HAS to happen but I'm scared how y'all will react. Let me know how you feel!!