Karaline
6 years laterNo. No.No. This isn't happening! Go out, she said. It will be fun, she said. So what do I do? I took the she-devils advice and went out. Me and Cammie (the she-devil herself) have been best friends since our freshman year in high school. She was the only one of my friends that stuck by my side after I found out I was pregnant. She was also the only "friend" that was there for me when the sperm donor told every one of "our friends" that I was a slut who didn't know who the father of my baby was. He definitely made it a point to make me the town pariah, even from thousands of miles away. After the day in the parking lot when he showed me what a real piece of shit he was, he made it a point to tell anyone that had seen me around town as my belly grew, that I was nothing more than a "piece of ass" and that there was no way my baby was his, because I "spread my legs for anyone that wanted between them." So not true by the way!
Anyway, back to Cammie being a she-devil and my current five star melt down. Cammie convinced me to leave Danni (my not so little five year old) with my parents for the night a few months ago. She wanted to have a girls night out, which is something that we didn't get the chance to do very often. I agreed and packed a bag for the monster. My mom came and picked Danni up from the house that Cammie and I shared, and we had a full on girls night out. You know the kind right? The one where you regretfully leave all your brains, dignity, and self respect at home. Yeah...It was that kind of night. The tequila was flowing through my system, the music was something I could actually understand the words to, and there was this guy that wouldn't, or I'd like to think, couldn't keep his eyes off of me. One thing led to another and I swear to everything that is holy, Tequila made my clothes fall off, right there in Ky's room. Then he preceded to give me the best orgasms of my life. Five minutes post coitus bliss and Ky was dead to the world, and I was out the door on my way back to the brain I had stupidly left at home.
Fast forward four months later, and here I am, Standing in front of my bathroom sink, looking down at the four plastic sticks that are all showing me the same word. Right there, in my face, in bright pink letters "pregnant."
FUCK!! Okay, calm down. These tests are just bad, that's all. I'll just make Cammie pee on one and see what happens.
"Cammie!!" I yell as loud as I can, hoping she can hear me over the volume of Danni's cartoons. I swear that kid has to have the TV set to where she can hear it throughout the whole damn house."What's wrong Kara? Are you alright? Why are you screaming like someones trying to kill you?"
"Here! take this and pee on it!" I say as I shove the last unused pregnancy test into her hands and continue silently freaking the fuck out. This seriously can not be happening to me. I haven't had sex in SIX years! Not since Mason completely changed my outlook on the male species. Go fucking figure, the one time I listen to my body's needs and give into desire, I end up pregnant! Granted the sex was beyond mind blowing, but I don't even know how to find the sex god that granted me all of those amazing O's. All I know of him is his name. Only a first name. A name that might not even be his real name."Ugh Kara?" Cammie asks with a note of panic in her voice, and I can't help but break down. Right there in our small bathroom, over a sink that holds nothing but more unanswered questions about my future.
"What am I gonna do Cam" I ask her on a sob. It seemed like I was finally getting us where we needed to be in life and now everything is about to change again.
"Well we're not going to get anything accomplished by sitting in here and crying. Lets wipe the tears away and wash up so you don't worry Danni, and then we'll call doctor kingston and set up an appointment."That's exactly what we do. I don't know what the future will look like, but I do know I'll get by one day at a time. Just like with Danni, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure this baby has the best life possible.
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