Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
The vomiting is gone but . . . now I have cramps or something that’s hurting my stomach. It’s either that or . . .
I don’t know who to talk to. Not Mama. Not Daddy. Not my sisters. Not anyone.
This secret sits under my skin like a pulse, and I keep hoping it will disappear if I pretend hard enough.
But there might be something different happening. Laura and I went to the doctor because she thought she could be pregnant and . . . everything the doctor told her has been happening to me.
The sad news is that Laura isn’t expecting a baby, but me?
What if I am pregnant?
The thought knocked all the air out of me.
When I got home, I sat on the floor for nearly an hour trying not to shake. I’m sixteen. Sixteen. I don’t even know how to be myself most days—how am I supposed to be something more?
And yet, beneath the fear, something different is happening. God help me, I think I already love whatever is happening inside me.
Mine and Tommy’s baby.
Our little family, but if this is happening my parents might kill me.