Accidents Happen

Chapter Five-When She Knew

As soon as Michelle got home from school she set up an appointment for Saturday at 1:30 PM. A sonogram. Just to make sure everything was ok. Because everything was going to be okay. She was going to make sure of it. And she totally wasn't stressing about anything... no.

After dinner, she rushed to her room in hopes of sleep (and to avoid any possible confrontation with Amara).

The night was agonizing, but she managed to get some sleep. Saturday morning, the day of the sonogram finally came, Michelle woke up, and she instantly felt nauseous. So after ten minutes of puking her guts out, as quietly as possible, she texted Peter.

MJ: I made a sonogram appointment today, btw

MJ: You don't have to come. There won't be much to see. Just thought I'd let you know.

Peter: Ok thanks. Do you want to come over after? We can watch tv and eat ice cream?

MJ: Well you know how much i love ice cream...

MJ: I'll be there at 3.

MJ: Thanks

Peter: Np. I just figured you'd want something to take ur mind off of stuff. I do...

MJ: That would be great. Expect me at 3

Peter: Sounds good! See u then.

Michelle was disgusted by the way her stomach filled with butterflied as she read his final message. It wasn't like he said anything monumental, and he didn't even type out the full 'you', but he said it sounded 'good'. Still, things were bound to be awkward once she did finally see him.

Despite the weight having been lifted off her chest, Michelle was still mad. At herself, for having sex with Peter. At Peter, for getting her pregnant. And at whatever the thing in her uterus was for existing. She was angry at the world, and also emotional from hormones. Her body was fighting over whether to display her usual, sarcastic self or the emotional pregnant one. She went into override and chose the sarcastic one.

Michelle began readying herself for the appointment she had in only four hours. She was lucky to get one so soon.

As mature as she thought she was, that didn't change the fact that she was still just a kid; she shouldn't have to go through something like this. But that afternoon, before they watched tv, she and Peter were going to talk, goddamnit. They were going to figure out what to do about all of it. All of it.

Michelle knew what she wanted. She wanted to keep the baby. At least she thinks she does. Neither abortion nor adoption feels right to her. But what if that wasn't what Peter wanted? I mean, he could just isolate himself from her and the baby, but what if he really wants her to get an abortion or something? She just hoped that wouldn't happen.

She spent a majority of the morning mentally preparing herself as much as she could. She gets to see some version of the blob inside of her today. Though it wasn't by much, getting as informed as she helped to soothe her anxiety. So she read up on ultrasound machines and important markers in sonograms and other stuff of that nature.

Before she knew it, it was 12:30. One hour to go. She grabbed an apple on her way out, telling her parents that she was hanging out at Peter's today, which wasn't technically a lie, and mumbled a goodbye as the door shut behind her.

The bus ride (payed for with well-deserved birthday money) to the clinic was nothing special. Michelle sat between one businessman on the phone (and he did not seem happy) and an old woman with her knitting. Terribly stereotypical, but it happened.