My ex-boyfriend found out I’m pregnant

chapter 3

While I was having a full-blown panic attack, Sean's voice cut through the air, cold and clinical.

"Get on the bed. Top up, pants down."

I clutched my shirt, refusing to budge.

"I've seen every inch of you. What's there to be shy about?"

When that didn't work, he just reached for my clothes himself.

No, you can't! I squirmed like a worm on a hook.

The commotion brought my mom back into the room. She saw me writhing on the exam table, trying to escape his grasp.

"What is wrong with you?" she boomed. "There's nothing to be ashamed of! To a doctor, there's no such thing as male or female. He's just trying to help you."

She rushed over and pinned me down. "Dr. Foster, please, just examine her."

"I want a different doctor!" I croaked.

"This hospital is impossible to get into! I spent three days refreshing the app just to get this slot. You think we can just walk out?" my mom said, crushing my last hope.

"Besides, didn't you say you wanted to marry your boyfriend and live happily ever after? Do you want to drag this out and make him worry? He's so busy, do you really want to add to his stress? Don't you love him?"

In my mind, Sean and I were on a break, so I hadn't told my mom we'd "broken up." The beautiful future she was describing was the one I'd imagined with him. These vows of a life together, so touching and sweet, were now turning the air sour.

The more she talked, the darker both our faces became.

He thought she was talking about the guy who'd supposedly knocked me up.

And I was getting a headache just thinking about how I was going to explain this whole mess to him.

Suddenly, a jarring ringtone shattered the tension: We should break up with dignity

It was Sean's phone. His ringtone was that one line, on repeat.

Wow, talk about holding a grudge. If he was really over it, would he still have that as his ringtone?

He silenced the call without a word. In that brief moment, I caught a glimpse of his phone screen. His wallpaper was still a photo of us.

Except it was in black and white.

Was he mourning our dead relationship?

It hit me then. The breakup, for him, was real.

My Melody pajamas didn't seem so important anymore.

Just then, Sean finally cut my mom off. "We're about to begin the examination. I'll have to ask you to step outside, ma'am."

Seeing that I had finally resigned myself to my fate, my mom gave me a few stern warnings, drew the privacy curtain, and went out to wait.

As my shirt was slowly lifted, My Melodys big, innocent eyes popped into view. I am a C-cup, for the record.

Sean barely glanced at them. "Your new boyfriend has terrible taste."

With my mom gone, I seized the opportunity. "He's not my new boyfriend! There's no one else. It's only ever been you!"

Sean just snorted and ignored me.

He squeezed a cold gel onto my stomach, and the transducer glided across my skin. My mouth was the only part of me that could move, so I decided to play the nostalgia card.

"Sean, maybe it is your baby. I've missed two periods."

"And the timing fits, right? That night we were together"

"Is that so?" There was no warmth in his eyes. "As I recall, we didn't go all the way that night."

The doctor in the white coat suddenly leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear.

His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. My stupid heart started pounding. He was so close. It felt like he was flirting.

Was he going to right here?

A montage of R-rated scenes flashed through my mind.