Small Steps

Chapter 3 - Who's The Daddy?

I was in a happy mood. Telling my parents about my pregnancy was a good decision. My parents were fairly modern, and since my mum had me young she can hardly criticise. I know she'll help me in a way her parents never did. She has agreed to attend all my doctors appointments, and my dad wanted to turn one of the spare rooms into a nursery. My dad was upset, and I understood that, but I'm just glad they are supporting me. I couldn't stand it if they had kicked me out.

All that was left to do was to track down the father. According to Kate, I slept with two guys at Louise's, and Emily kindly mentioned that I slept with her older brother at her party. His name is Lewis, he was so sweet. Unfortunately I didn't get his number and I haven't seen him since, he's at the local college. I would have to ask Emily for his number. That could be awkward.

I had slept with Robert and Zac at Louise's, Robert is a dickhead if I'm honest.
Zac is really nice and so hot. I wasn't that drunk when I had sex with Zac, but I definitely was very drunk when I slept with Robert, I wouldn't have otherwise, I'm desperately hoping Robert isn't the father.

I knew the only way to find out who the father is of my baby is to do a DNA test. My dad told me state of the art technology means you can find out while your still pregnant, so my mum set up an appointment so I can tell the father the "good" news.

I sat in the waiting room, patiently waiting for the nurse to give me the results of the DNA test. I was extremely nervous. The nurse, Denise, came in as I looked up at the door. "Lily? Can you come into my office for a minute." I sighed. My mum squeezed my hand in reassurance. I followed the nurse into her office. "Take a seat." Denise murmured, shuffling papers on her desk. I sat down, my fingers twisting around each other in anticipation.

"Because your so early into your pregnancy, it's hard to actually tell what DNA is what. So, in this case, the only solution is to get possible candidates and take DNA from them to see if we can get a match. Do you have any idea of who the possibilities may be?" Denise asked. I felt my face going a little red. "Um. It's between three guys according to how far along I am" I muttered, embarrassed. Denise's lips pursed in a thin line. "Okay. If you can get them to come along so we can take DNA samples from them, we should be able to get a clearer idea. Is that okay?" I nodded, thinking about how difficult this may get. Denise smiled. "Okay. You have my number, so give me a ring and we can organise another meeting. We should do one at a time I should think. Okay?" I nodded smiling slightly. Denise stood up. "Okay then. Take care, Lily." She said, smiling gently.

My mum drove me home, leaving me to my own thoughts. This was a shit situation. I looked out of the window. Hold on. "Mum, were are we going? Home is back in that direction?" I said, glancing at my crazy mother. She smiled. "I know Lily. I thought you might need a pick me up."

A couple of minutes later, and I was in Starbucks, drinking a delicious creamy cooler. "Thanks mum. you always know the right thing to get me." I said, smiling. It helped the pain of knowing the hellish week I was in for.