7. Chapter 7
seven
Agatha
F our weeks of hot sex, and I was in heaven. I told Ru that I was dating someone I couldn’t talk about. She’d given me a knowing smile but didn’t ask more. We were good with this arrangement. We walked into the clinic for the yearly checkup some jackass doctor said was needed.
“Agatha Watson.” My name was called first, and I waved at Ru before following the woman to a hallway lined with doors. She led me to the bathroom and handed me a cup.
“I’ll be right here.” She smiled, and I did what I needed to do then returned. “I’ll take this to the lab. That’s your room, and I’ll get your vitals.” She motioned to a room marked 27, and I slid in and closed the door. My phone buzzed.
Ru: I hate peeing in a stupid cup.
I sighed because I understood the struggle. The nurse returned and took my vitals, which were all normal. The doctor strolled in with a piece of paper.
“Agatha, I saw that you were requesting birth control.”
“Yes.” I adjusted on the crinkle paper.
“Well, my dear, we can’t do that because you’re pregnant.” She handed over a paper, and my heart dropped to the floor.
“I’ve been careful. He’s been…I mean…” I blinked at least a dozen times in five seconds flat. Fuck, I’m pregnant with my professor’s baby!
The pity in the doctor’s eyes spoke volumes, and I knew deep down she’d seen a lot of college students in here with unexpected bundles coming their way.
“Are you one hundred percent sure?”
“The statistics say that there’s less than a one percent chance of a false positive test result for a pee test. I can test your blood, but that wouldn’t be necessary.”
I could see it in her eyes, the test was for sure positive.
“When was your last period my dear?”
“It’s never on time so I didn’t think…” I pulled out my phone to my notes on my period. Usually when it hits, I make a note about it on day two to make sure I remember for later. “It was eight weeks ago.”
“How about you lay back, and we can do a quick scan to see how far you are if you’re up for it?”
“It’s not too early?”
“Might be to hear the heartbeat, but we can measure the baby to see if you’re in the window for termination,” she offered, and I nodded mindlessly as I took off my pants when she left then she returned, slid a condom thing on the wand, and explained how it would be going inside.
I turned my head toward the screen connected to the wand.
My mind was freaking blown because carrying his baby was stupid. I wasn’t ready to have a child.
“Right there,” she murmured, and my eyes focused on the screen. “You’re six weeks along so that limits your options.”
“I’m not terminating. I’m an adult, I made a choice, and I’ll deal with the consequences.” I rubbed my lips together as I stared at the screen. “Can I get a copy of this, please?”
“Sure.” She clicked a few buttons, and a grainy image printed out for me. “I’ll want you to come see me once a month until you reach twenty-eight weeks. Then it’s bumped to twice a month.”
I nodded and grabbed the image as she cleaned the gel from my stomach.
“Thank you.”
“Do you have any questions for me?” She helped me to sit up, and I let my mind wander about all the things I knew about babies and pregnancies.
“Not at the moment.”
“I can tell you’re a bit overwhelmed, and that’s fine. You’re a healthy young woman, which means complications are lower for you, but there are things you should keep in mind. Here are some things to read over.”
“Thanks, doctor. Now how to tell the father,” I muttered to myself more than her, and she chuckled.
“I do know a few cute ways people are telling their significant others.” She smiled. I’m sure she heard plenty of ways others were coming up with to surprise the father or other mother to be. But just telling him would be shock enough.
B ack in the dorms, I just finished telling Ru all about my appointment.
“You can’t be serious, girl.” Ru stared blankly at me as I nodded and showed her the image of my baby.
“How in the hell am I going to tell him? I have to finish this class or risk being delayed on my degree.”
“You can’t seriously keep it a secret, girl. Sooner or later, you will start to show.” She pointed at my stomach, and I knew she was right.
“Dating a professor was already bad enough. Plus, keeping it a secret is hard. But being pregnant is a whole other level of mess I wasn’t prepared for.”
“Did you forget to use condoms?” Ru arched her brow, and I flipped her off without any shame.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced over to see his name on the screen.
“I suck at being a liar,” I mentioned as I read over his message.
Ty: You up for some sushi at my place?
Well shit. Can’t eat that. Even if it’s so damn good.
Agatha: How about Mexican food? A big burrito sounds really good right now.
There was no way I was telling him over text message that I was carrying his child. But should I wait a few days until it’s illegal to get an abortion in this state? Or tell him as soon as I see him.
“You telling him tonight over dinner?” Ru asked, and I glanced up at her then back down at my phone.
“Not sure yet. But thanks for bringing up food because I didn’t realize I’m starving.” I rubbed my stomach. “Especially since I’m eating for two.” I winked as the realization fully sunk into my brain.
Four weeks of hiding our relationship while keeping up with my studies wasn’t easy, but it had been so worth it.
“I have six more weeks before the finals. I don’t know if I can keep this a secret for that long.”
“Well avoidance would be key if you want to delay telling him,” Ru offered, and I pondered the thought as I closed my textbook.
“I’ve spent each and every weekend with him. If I suddenly stop, he might think I’m breaking up with him. And that’s not what I want.”
“Do you want him for more?” Ru arched her brow, and I nibbled on my lower lip thinking about it.
“No matter what, he needs to know the truth.” I packed up the little homework I needed to get done tonight then secured it in my bag for later.
A knock on the door scared me, and I almost dropped my bag. I set the bag back down and walked over, looking through the peephole. Something in my gut told me something wasn't right. Ty never came to my place because it was too risky.
“Go the fuck away!” I yelled when I saw my ex standing on the other side of the door with his hands in his pockets.
“We need to talk,” he yelled back.
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. “Go away, or I’m calling the cops.” I threatened as Ru stormed over to my door. “Don’t.”
“I got this. Don’t be a bitch, baby.” Ru gently pushed me to the side.
My phone buzzed as Ru opened the door to start yelling, but it was cut short as he shoved himself into my apartment.