You Could Be My Silver Spring

A Bump in the Road

5:44. That was later than usual for me.

This whole week, I had been waking up and vomiting. Usually around 5 am, but not today. My body had let me sleep in.

I sat on the cold bathroom floor. I was beginning to feel like I knew what was going on with me. But that couldn't happen. I needed to work and be there for Lindsey.

"Babe," Lindsey came into the small room, rubbing his eyes. He always came into the bathroom to make sure I was ok. "We gotta get you to the doctor."

"Yeah." I sighed. Lindsey was completely clueless. Had he ever taken a heath and home class? "I'll go today."

He helped me up and handed me a glass of water he had made.

"Thanks." I smiled at him

"Come back to bed and snuggle me," he slipped an arm over me sleepily. "I'm not ready to be awake yet."

"I can tell," I laughed.

He guided me across the hall and back to bed. I let him come up behind me and wrap his strong arms around me.

In the morning when we both got up I went to the doctor. Lindsey wanted to come along, but I told him it would be boring. The word 'boring' scared him from coming with me.

I told the doctor my suspicions and he said not to worry. He just had to do a quick blood test. He'd call me later. On the way home I stopped and bought some condoms. Better late than never, right?

I waited by the phone for a long time. Probably three hours. Finally the phone rang. I picked it up so fast that I knocked over a stack of cassettes.

I hung up the phone and began to cry. I was right.

I thought about how our lives would be. Me, Lindsey, and a little baby. How would he react.

"Baby?" Lindsey came into the room, oh shit. "What's wrong, Stevie?

He hugged me. I had to tell him. It was the only right thing to do.

"Lindsey," I turned toward him and just fell apart. "I-I..."

"Steph, what is it?" He rubbed worried circles into my back.

"I'm pregnant."

I felt the shock go through his body. He stopped rubbing my back.

"Oh god." He didn't seem mad, he sounded scared.

"I'm so so sorry." I cried into his shirt. "I fucked up bad, Lindsey."

"Stevie." He pulled me back and looked into my eyes. "When have we ever not been ok? We are gonna be fine."

"You're ok with this?" I looked back at him. "You're ok with being a dad?"

"I'm ok with it, on one condition," he pulled me back to him, "I'm ok with being a dad as long as you are the the baby's mother."

Authors Note

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