Chapter thirty-nine
A few months later...
I was hoping it was just a headache that was taking too long to go away. The test was just to rule out the possibility and take my mind off it, but when I looked at the result, I grumbled quietly.
Pregnant!
I threw the test into the garbage can and massaged my temples. I could even try another one, but with the symptoms I was feeling, it was unlikely that the result would be any different. I was loving every day of my relationship with Thomas, but I wasn't planning on getting pregnant with him, at least not anytime soon.
To be honest with myself, I'd done absolutely nothing to stop it from happening since we started having sex. We used condoms at one time or another, but not at all.
“Helena, aren't you going to be late for school, dear?” My grandmother knocked on the door outside the bathroom just like she used to do when I was a little girl and started rolling around.
“I'll be right there.”
I took a deep breath before leaving the room and facing her.
“Is everything all right?”
I shook my head, nodding, as I realized that she was looking at me. Grandma knew me well; she probably realized there was something wrong, but she didn't insist. I also knew that when I felt comfortable, I would tell her.
“I'm going to school.” I kissed her cheek.
“Call Thomas if you feel anything.”
“No problem.” I grinned a little as I picked up my bag and my materials from the living room.
The thought of Thomas at that moment sent a shiver through my body. We were both fine and happy, but I had no idea how he would take the idea of having another child. He'd spent years looking after the twins on his own, and he was still doing it. He'd said it was better to take things slowly when he'd talked about moving in together. It wasn't as if I didn't want to, and I just didn't know what it would be like for my grandmother. After all these years, I didn't want to have to leave her alone.
How could I take it easy with a baby on the way?
I criticized my mother so much for being irresponsible, but there I was. At least I knew who my baby's father was.
I took the subway and went to school. Over the course of the day, I could find a way to tell Thomas and my grandmother about my pregnancy.
I didn't want it to fall like a bomb on my relationship, especially when everything seemed so good.