"Morgan, I'm fucking panicking," I spoke sternly into the phone.
"Take deep breaths. I'll be right over. Don't do anything." I sighed and said goodbye. I hung up the phone. I began to pace around the living room. I began to mumble out loud, "How the hell did I get in this situation? I mean, I know how. But why is this happening? Of course it's happening to me. Fuck me." The pacing and mumbling continued for another twenty minutes.
Morgan walked into my apartment, grocery bags in hand, "Let's get this started." She wheezed as she dropped the luggage on the couch. "Okay. So I got five different brands just to be safe. I say you pee in a cup so you aren't chugging water all day." I nodded. We began opening the boxes of pregnancy tests and got them set out. I did my business and followed the instructions for each individual stick.
"The waiting game," I groaned into my hands. Morgan was sitting next to me on the couch as I sat nervously. "What are we going to to, Morgan?"
"I don't know, man."
The five minutes passed slowly. I flinched when the time on my phone rang.
"Okay. It's going to be okay. If I am really pregnant than we will figure it out. If Andrew doesn't want it, that's fine. I could be a single mother. It's fine. It's all fine," I mumbled to myself as I walked to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, I studied the white sticks. "Shit."
"Holy shit," Morgan whispered from next to me.
"I'm having a baby." I brought my hands to my face. A few tears raced down my cheeks.
"Okay, let's get you sitting down in the living room. What do you want to do?"
"Go to the doctor. Just to confirm it, I guess. Oh god."
I stood outside Andrew's door the next day. Morgan had taken me to the doctor's that morning, and the next thing on my to do list was talk to Andrew.
He opened the door seconds after I knocked, "Hey."
"Hey. Can we talk?" I began to fidget with my hands.
"Um...sure. Are you breaking up with me?" He motioned for me to come in with him.
"God, no. I would never. It's just. Well. You should sit down."
"Now I'm getting more worried." He sat on his couch, and I took my place next to him.
"Andrew..." I tried to tell him, but I couldn't. Anxiety was resting in my chest and stomach. Right next to the baby. "Andrew, I'm pregnant."
The room filled with silence. Andrew's eyebrows furrowed as he processed the news. My hands shook, and I tried to cover it up by cracking my knuckles. A tear fell down my check after a minute of silence passed.
"Are we keeping it?" he spoke up.
My voice cracked, "We?"
"I mean, it is mine. Right?" I let out a small laugh and nodded.
"Yes, I want to keep it. Is that okay? If you don't want to be a part of it, I understand." I wiped under my eyes in hopes of stopping my crying.
Andrew stood up and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his chest.
"We're having a baby," he smiled, kissing my forehead. "Who's going to tell Shane that in nine months I'll need time off?"
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Sorry for the lack of updates! I've been so so busy. Hope you like the chapter! More are coming your way this week ;)
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Angel Baugh xox
