Fiction.

Chapter 42: He Said, She Said.

Chapter 42: He Said, She Said.

June, 1994.

I waited patiently out in the waiting room at the free clinic. The nurse behind the desk watched me carefully, her brown eyes following me as I paced back and forth. She’s more than once told me to sit down and chill out, how can I chill out at a time like this? I might be a dad! This is the scariest moment of my life, honestly it’s beyond terrifying. How did this happen? I made sure that we were safe but somehow something went wrong.

I paced back and forth in the waiting room, Rosie was away in the examination room knowing weather or not she’s pregnant. I really hope she’s not; I don’t want a son or daughter. I’m only thirteen, there is no way I’ll be able to father a baby. I really hope that this is just a scare and there is no little me that’s going to be running around.

“Sir, can you please sit down.” The nurse asked me in a demanding way. She caught my attention. My gaze ran up to her with a nervous expression. I did as she said and sat my butt down in a seat; my heel tapped the concrete floors nervously. Seconds seemed like days when you’re waiting for results of something this big.

My heart jerked when Rosie came out into the waiting room with tears running down her face. She wore a nice blue summer dress and black flats. Her hair was tied back. And her makeup was smudged badly. Her hazel eyes wandered up to meet mine.

“The Doctor wants to talk to us alone.” She said softly. I swallowed hard and nodded, getting up. The nurse watched me carefully as I walked by in my denim board shorts and white tee shirt. Rosie led me down a long dimly lit narrow hall way. My stomach was knotting a thousand times with every step I took. We walked into a room with plaques on the bland walls along with pictures of her kids and drawings they’ve done for her. I closed the door behind me and sat down in front of the large oak desk. The red haired doctor wore her long slick hair tied up. Her blue eyes examined the pair of us closely before opening a file. My stomach dropped and my heart raced even faster. It felt like I was going to die or my heart will jump out of my chest and run away.

Rosie and the Doctor talked a little bit while I was completely zoned out. How could have this happened? I mean, I know how it happens but why me? I believe everything happens for a reason, what’s the reason that I’m going to throw away my entire life to be a dad? Why did I have to be a dad so young? Why do I need to throw away all my hopes and dreams to raise this baby?

“How do you two feel about this whole thing?” She asked curiously. I swallowed hard and shrugged along with Rosie.

“I don’t know, it’s scary that I’m here in the first place.” Rosie said softly. I nodded in agreement. I couldn’t believe I was here to begin with. I didn’t want to be spending my Saturday at the free clinic. The Doctor smiled and looked at me.

“James, what if I said the results were negative? What would you do or feel?” She questioned me. I shrugged again with no reply.

“I guess I’d be happy and a bit sad.” I replied with a calm voice. The Doctor tilted her head at me.

“Why would you be a bit sad?” She asked. I licked my lips and sighed heavily as I was about to let everything in my heart out.

“I’d be sad because wouldn’t it be cool to have a kid? To show them the way through life? To have someone look up to you like you’re the greatest thing in the world? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to wake up to every morning?” I poured out all my emotions. The Doctor and Rosie sat there with wide eyes and a confused expression. At first I didn’t want a baby but now I’m seeing that having a child wouldn’t be so bad. I love having someone look up to me like I’m the best thing on this planet.

“So the results came back, and they’re positive.” She announced. Those words made my entire world freeze. Positive? POSITIVE! Positive, holy shit the results are positive. I made a life. I’m gonna be a dad. Well fuck me; no wait don’t that’s how I got into this mess in the first place. I’m gonna be a daddy! I hope it’s a boy, I could mold him into me; no wait that’s a very bad idea. But either way I’m going to be a dad.

I sat there in awe while the Doctor tried to calm Rosie down from crying so much. She was sobbing very hard while I sat there in shock. That’s amazing, the results are positive.

 “There are options.” The Doctor murmured softly handing the pair of us pamphlets on teen pregnancy. I squinted my gaze at her curiously. Was she really telling us or giving us the option of abortion?! No, just no. There is no way in hell fire are we doing that. It’s okay to kill an unborn life but its considered murder when it’s born? That’s not right. I frowned and chucked the pamphlets back onto her desk with a pissed off expression.

“We are not aborting this child.” I hissed.

“Jimmy, it’s my decision.” Rosie muttered at me ungratefully. I turned to her with a cocked eye brow. I shook my head and sighed.

“No, it’s not. It’s OUR decision.”I spat.

“I’m just as much to fault for this than you are. I helped create this baby.” I added.

“Jimmy, you’re not carrying it, you don’t need to put up with all this shit. I’m too young to go through with this.” She said softly but sternly.

“If you’re too young to take fault for something we did then why did you sleep with me? You’re the one who gave me the okay. I wanted to wait a little while but you practically asked for it.” I muttered back at her harshly.

“You’re the one who didn’t wear a condom.” She hissed back at me.

“I did. I wore one and made sure it was one the whole time.” I snapped back to her angered. I can’t believe we’re arguing in the free clinic.

“There are other options other than abortions.” The Doctor said. I looked over at her and sat back in my seat with smug body language. My arms crossed over my chest while one leg was draped over the other.

“Like?” I asked curiously.

“There’s adoption.” She replied softly. I shook my head slowly.

“I don’t want some strangers to be caring for my child.” I muttered under my breathe. That sounded natural, like it’s meant to come out of my mouth. My child, a baby I made with the help of Rosie of course. I was going to raise this baby. I don’t care no one can raise my child better than me. I want to keep the baby because it’s my child as well. But if Rosie wants to give it up for adoption I’ll understand, just as long as I get to see it. Rosie suggested abortion and I flipped out on her. But if we do keep the baby, I’m going to be there. I’m not going to be a dead-bee dad. And that’s final.