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“Becca, you have indeed been very consistent with your Depo shots, however…you were supposed to have gotten your shot again two months ago.” Her words made it seem like time had frozen for me.
What the f*ck did she mean two months ago?!
“No, that’s not possible. I literally got it before I came down on vacation to Miami—”
Hearing myself say that, I froze.
I literally got it before I went down to Miami.
That was back in June…. Oh, my God… I’d missed my shot when I came back!
“Becca… I hate to break it to you, but your roommate was supposed to have gotten it next month, not you,” Dr. Carter replied, placing a hand on my knee as she tried to comfort me.
My appointment card had gotten messed up with Tally’s, and I had been so busy with everything that had happened through the summer, I didn’t realize my three months had ended at the end of August.
Even then, that meant Tally hadn’t gone to her last two shots either, considering how far along she was. “Tally missed as well,” I whispered, shaking my head.
“Tally hasn’t been here in almost a year. We just kept sending reminders to her. That must’ve been what you thought was yours.”
My eyes shot up to hers with shock. “What the hell—you know what? I don’t wanna know why she stopped her birth control.”
The doctor laughed for a moment, shaking her head as she held up the test. “Want to find out.”
“Just do the test,” I said in a ghastly voice as my eyes watched. Dr. Carter nodded slowly before taking the pregnancy test and dipping it into the urine.
Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life.
I waited t for the dye on the tests to process, only to show me the answer I already knew. There on the test were two bright pink lines, and a confirmation that shattered my heart.
I was f*cking pregnant.
Tears burned my eyes as I stared down at the test sitting on the tray. How in the hell did I, of all people, allow this to happen? There was no way. Absolutely no way.
“Is there a way for us to tell how far along I am?” I asked as I tried not to break into a sobbing mess.
“Oh, sweetie, it isn’t that bad, and you’re almost done with school, aren’t you? So by the time the baby is due, you will have made it through graduation.”
“Doctor, please,” I sobbed as I wiped my tears from my face. “Can we determine how far along I am?”
“Of course, we can. Follow me into this next room. I’ll do an ultrasound and see if we can’t see something. You might feel a bit of pressure though because we’re going to have to do a vaginal ultrasound, but I think you’re probably around six weeks from the sounds of it.”
I wasn’t sure at all how she would even know that, but I was eager to see what exactly was growing inside of me. Of course, one day I wanted to have children. I just never imagined it would be like this.
I never imagined I would get pregnant while in school. I wanted to graduate, start my career, build a savings account, and then look at getting married and having children.
With me laying upon the small silver table, she turned off the lights and turned on the ultrasound machine. After a few uncomfortable moments of her probing inside me, trying to find the right position, she brought up the picture of a small jelly bean on the screen.
“So I stand corrected,” she said in a very humorous tone. “You are almost eight weeks along.”
I was stunned. I should have gotten my shot back in August, but it was now almost November, and I was eight weeks pregnant.
“I thought it could take months after being on the Depo for so long for someone to conceive. How is this even possible? Was the shot defective?” I asked her as she removed the wand and cleaned me up.
“No, that is typically true, but every woman is different. Becca, you’re about seven weeks pregnant. Just over actually, and your baby looks healthy and is growing. I will set up some lab work to get everything taken care of, just to make sure.”
As she went over the list of things I needed to do and what she would do for me, my mind went blank. The only thing I could think of was how Neal was going to handle this.
The baby wasn’t his, obviously….
No, in fact the baby belonged to James.
Becca
By the time I left the doctor’s office and made my way back to my apartment, I was too shocked to speak. I was too shocked to f*cking do anything. All the way home, I’d cried. I’d cried for the last thirty minutes I had been sitting on my sofa.
I sat contemplating how I was going to tell James I was pregnant with his child.
I thought we were over.
I thought I was going to move on.
I thought about a life with Neal.
But no… fate decided to pull out their funny f*cking card and made me get pregnant by a man who wanted nothing to do with me.
I had literally become ironic, a sitcom for whatever f*cking gods were up there watching me below them saying, ‘Hey, let’s pick on this girl because she hasn’t already been through enough.’
With a sigh, I grabbed my phone, flipping through to James’s number. I debated on whether to call him, but I called the one person who wasn’t a man.
I called Allegra.
“Hey sweet cheeks, what’s going on? Heard you haven’t been feeling good. Everything okay?”
Before I could probably get words out, the tears magically started reappearing. “No, everything is all f*cked up, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”
“What the f*ck did he do? I will kill him,” was the first thing that came out of her mouth, and for a moment, I hesitated. It completely caught me off guard, my tears turning thin as I tried to contemplate which man she actually was talking about, James or Neal?
“Kill who?”
“My brother, Neal, he did something, didn’t he? I warned him if hurt you in any way, he was done. So help me God, I will f*cking castrate him,” she snapped, obviously in an angry rage. “What did he do? Tell me. I am getting my keys right now. I’m getting on a plane, and I’m coming up there.”
“Oh, my god, Allegra, no!” I screamed at her quickly with panic. “Neal did nothing. It’s me. I did something and I… I can’t fix it. I don’t know what to do.” I said, causing the silence in her background to quiet down.
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
How the f*ck did she know? I had only just found out myself.
“Uh… how—how did you know?” I stuttered over my words as I tried to figure out how to formulate my thoughts properly again.
She sighed into the phone as the sound of her fridge opening echoed in the background. “The day you left, Neal called me and told me about you being sick. We talked about you being pregnant, and he said he would be happy to be a dad, but of course, the idea that you could be pregnant by James was the only thing on my mind.”
“I don’t know what to do, Allegra. I don’t know what to do about anything. James wants nothing to do with me, and I care so much about Neal. Things are so good between us. Uncomplicated… this is going to break his heart.” I told her, trying not to think about how Neal was going to be so disappointed in me to hear this, to realize I was damaged.
“Oh, Becca, I don’t think like that. You need to tell him now. He will be a lot more understanding than you think.”