Stacy's P.O.V
One of the tests I messed up. I know right, how do you mess up a pregnancy test, all you have to do is pee on a stick. Well I completely missed the stick, and when I tried again, aparently sticking it in alcohol destroys it.
Dont judge, I thought I had to sterilize it first.
So there I was now with only four test left. Two said positive, two didnt. You could imagine how much that fucking calmed my nerves. NOT!
So now here I am, sitting in the doctor's office with Carah, Michaela, and Laura by my side as we waited for my blood test results to come back confirming if I was going to be a mommy or not.
Doctor Walters, she's a cool chic. I like her. I feel like she gets me.
After twenty minutes of waiting, Doctor Walters came back into the room, holding a filing folder filled with papers, and I knew that wasnt good. Let me tell you from experience, whenever a doctor comes back with a folder for you, you did something wrong.
"Congratulations Ms. Keeler, you are five months along." she said. In shock, my brain wasnt on the same page my mouth was on. "Along what?" I asked.
She chuckled. "Along your pregnancy sweety." she smiled.
Well this is sad.
"Im pregnant?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Five months?" I asked again.
Again, she nodded. And I know just who the father is.
Although Harry and I have been together and having quite a lot of sex, five months ago... I was with Niall.
"But how?" I asked. Oh how cliche of me. I guess this is the part when some asshole treats me like an idiot and explains to me sex like you would do a child.
Carah let out a small chuckle. "Stacy...when a boy and a girl love each other..."she started. Asshole. I kids I kids.
But I did call it.
"Shut up." I hissed/ laughed before turning back to doctor Walters. "But Im on birth control, and I've always used a condom." I explained.
She nodded. "Even with those two things, there is still a very slim chance of a woman getting pregnant. The pill makes it seem like you still get your regular period, which is why you were clue less and probably thought nothing of the symptoms. As for your recent weight gain, because of your consumation of alcohol, you wont gain as much as women would normally. Actually, I'd say your stomach will grow about two or three more inches and that's your baby bump for the rest of the nine months." she smiled.
"You are actually very lucky to have that,women would kill to have that." she added.
"And my baby's fine?" I asked. I have been drinking lately, but I wouldnt if I had known. She nodded. "Your baby is perfectly fine."
"What are her options?" Michaela asked, landing us on a much more serious note.
"Well abortion is out of the question. Although it could still be performed, it's very risky if not fatal, and you are already too far along. There is adoption, which I am an advocate for. I was adopted." she said.
My eyes watered as I actually considered this option. Adoption. This kid would probably be harrassed and tormented, not to mentioned one of the most wanted kids. Niall Horan's kid up for adoption. People would just take it just to say they have Niall Horan's kid.
"You were?" I asked, she nodded. "How was that growing up?" I asked.
"I was fortunate enough to be adopted into a very loving and accepting family." she started. And look how she turned out. She's a doctor for Christ's sake! What are the odds the child would turn out that good if I raised it. "But that's not the case for most kids. They're put in foster care or orphanages, and kids arent treated very well." she added.
