Small Steps

Chapter 6 - Over

Robert stormed out of the clinic, I suspect he was still pissed at me for dragging him into the clinic. Luckily, he wasn't the father. I would sleep well tonight.

I drove home in the growing darkness alone, stomping angrily at every red light. I would have to ring Emily tonight. I was dreading this phone call.

"Hey Emily, how have you been?" I asked, putting on my best friend girly voice. "Hey Lily! I'm so good! I haven't spoken to you in AGESSS" She chirped back happily. "I know right? I was wondering if I could have your brothers number Em, I wanted to ask him about his University applications and stuff. I have no idea what I want to do, and since he's older I thought he might have an idea." Emily paused.
"Okay. I'll text you his number. I don't know it off the top of my head. I'm sure he would love to hear from you, after my party that time he wouldn't stop talking about you. It's a shame you did it at my party, but hey, I'm not judging." I bit my lip.
"Okay, thanks Em. We should do something next weekend, are you free?" I asked, wincing slightly at the chore. "I'll check. I'll text you later, take care hun." She said rather coldly, hanging up the phone. I frowned. That was very odd.

A couple of minutes later, a phone number came through with 2 little hearts attached to it. Emily. I clearly wasn't quite in the doghouse. I rapidly typed in the number. "Hello?" A young male voice that sounded like Lewis answered the phone. "Hi Lewis. It's Lily. Lily Williams?" The phone went silent. "Oh. Hi. What can I do for you, Lily?" I paused, unsure how to proceed. "Are you busy today? I was wondering if we could meet up. I'd like to talk to you. It's quite important."

I sat patiently on the picnic bench in the park, waiting for Lewis to arrive. It was a warm Saturday afternoon in Hornchurch, the park had a small playground and I watched the young children playing on the swings. I wasn't the first local girl to get pregnant, and I certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Hey." He said, his hands in his leather jacket. He looked hot. His honey blonde hair was slicked backwards and his soft blue eyes were looking at me kindly. "Hey." I said, suddenly feeling very nervous. "I'm just going to cut to the chase. I'm pregnant. I need you to come to the clinic with me to check if your the father." His face went very pale. "What? Why? How? When?" He asked. "At your sisters party? Remember?" I frowned. "My sister said you wanted to talk about college. Not you telling me I'm the father of your baby!" He cried. I couldn't help it, I burst into tears. He stopped immediately, and put one arm around me. I sobbed into his shoulder. "I didn't mean for this to happen, okay? I swear. I don't want a child as much as you don't." He sighed. "Well. Let's go to this clinic then. I would want to know if I am the father."

We drove in separate cars, his small Ford Focus following behind me. I hoped for his sake he wasn't the father, but I knew he was. There was no one else. At least, I think there wasn't.

"Lily. I hope we will find the father of your baby before the baby is born." Denise said, smiling. "Me too." I said. I glanced at Lewis. "Are you ready?" He nodded, looking very queazy.

"Can you both come into my office please?" Denise said, clutching even more paperwork. I stood up and we both followed her into her office (hopefully for the last time.)

"I am pleased to inform you that you are the father of Miss Williams's baby. Congratulations." She stood up to shake Lewis's hand. He didn't respond. He was in a state of shock. I felt my face turn pale. Poor Lewis.