Love at Divergent High

Pregnant?

Love at Divergent High

Chapter 21: Pregnant?

I wake up with the sudden urge to puke, so I bolt out of the bed and race to the bathroom next door. I start puking my guts out into the toilet and it isn’t long before I felt someone pulling back my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back. The hands are familiar and I know that it is Tobias.

When I am done I flush the toilet and sit so my back is against the wall. Tobias looks down at me with a worried look on his face. “Are you all right?” He asks.

“I am now.” I say.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” He asks.

“Could you do me some water and some dry toast please, that helps when I’m sick.” I tell him.

“Okay.” He says before kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

I remain seated on the floor for a few minutes before standing up and washing my hands. As I do I find an unopened box of the tampons I brought with me on the shelf next to the sink. I then look on the calendar that is hanging on the door. I look at the dates. I’m a week late. I think to myself. It has been four weeks since we came to New Jersey. Four weeks since Tobias and I had… sex. Shit. I think before quickly brushing my teeth and tying my hair back before going back into my room to get changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. I then grab my bag, rush out of the room and enter the kitchen. I grab my piece of toast before getting the keys to my Land Rover and sliding on my pumps before leaving the house. Everyone was watching me, but I don’t care, this is important. I take eat my toast in a minute before getting into the car and driving away from the house and to the pharmacy ten minutes away.

When I get to the pharmacy I get out of the car and lock it before entering the shop. I walk to the aisle full of pregnancy tests. There are so many. I pick three random ones and walk to the counter where a middle aged woman stands, waiting for me. I give her the boxes and she looks at me with a sad face. A sad, judging face. A face that all teenagers get when faced with the possibility of a pregnancy. I quickly pay for them and put them in my bag before leaving and getting back in my car. I drive back to the summer home, thinking about the possibility of a baby being inside of me. Mine and Tobias’ baby. Our baby. The baby we are going to love and cherish until the day we die.

When I get back home I rush back to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. The others were watching me again, but I don’t care. I take the tests and wait. I have to say it is the longest three minutes of my life so far. Waiting for those three tests to tell me whether my life is going to change drastically, or not. When the timer goes off I can barely stand from the closed lid of the toilet that I sit on. I could be pregnant. I could be having a baby.

After a minute or two I do find the strength to stand and walk over to the side where the tests lay. I look and find three pregnancy tests that all tell me the same thing. Pregnant.

Tears are pooling in my eyes. I’m having a baby. I’m actually having a baby. I place a hand on my still flat stomach and smile. I’m pregnant.