Page 39 of My Anchor (Trio Series 1)
“Can I talk to you for a sec?” Shana is standing at my bedroom door with a look on her face that would have you thinking that she borrowed your favorite pair of heels and broke one. Only happened once, but that right there is the look she gave me.
“What’s up hun?” Setting down my laptop I give her my full attention. She has no idea I went and talked to Lee yesterday. For a moment I think that this is what this conversation is going to be about. I'm just not ready for it. But looking at her right now I doubt that’s what she wants to talk about.
Making a spot for her to sit on the bed she plops right down next to me. That’s when I notice she has something in her hand, a small stick. A small white stick that looks an awful lot like a… oh shit.
“So I found this out.” She says and hands me a pregnancy test that reads ‘pregnant’ on the small screen. I am so bewildered all I can do is gape at the stick in my hand. I am almost as shocked as I would be if the thing was mine.
“That’s a first. You have nothing to say?” Truer words have never been spoken.
“I’m just. How? When?” I stammer. Just a few words are all I can get out.
“Well the how I’m sure you know and the when is almost four months ago.” Shit seriously?
“Then who? When were you even seeing someone? Oh god did you try out a one night stand?” I can’t even believe she had sex.
“The who isn't important, the prick is out of the picture. That is if there is a picture. I’m telling you because I don't know what to do. I mean can I have a baby? Well I know I can but can I is what I’m asking. Should I? My mom sure shouldn't have and what if I’m just like her to this poor child? It doesn't deserve that, nobody does.”
“Don't think like that. There is no way you would turn out like your mom. You are a good person, and you would make a great mom. Hey…” I grab her hand and make her look up at me. “You will be okay, you and that baby because you have people. Me and Cris will be here for you. You know that right? Forever and always we are your persons.” I give her a reassuring smile and squeeze her hand.
“Only you would use a Grey’s analogy, dork.” This is so true, I can’t help it. It’s just what I do. It gets her to smile and that is all I was aiming for.
“So, tell me how this happened.” I settle back into the bed and get comfortable for the story about how I am going to become an auntie. She just rolls her eyes at me.
“Well, when a boy and a girl get really drunk they have sex. And if they are extremely drunk one or both of them tends to forget about protection.” I smack my forehead.
“No you shit, you know what the hell I mean. When? Why? Who? Defiantly the who.”
“I told you there isn't a who. He’s… he knows and first called me a liar and then said that if I was knocked up that it had better be gone within the week. I mean who says that? He is a complete tool and I shall never name the bastard as long as I live.” Well okay then.
“Enough said then. The tool is out of the picture. Well, what do you do next? Have you seen a doctor?” I am bombarding the girl with too many questions but hell she has dropped a bomb on me it is only fair.
“No, I’m still hoping I’m stuck in a nightmare and I will be waking up any minute now. Will you pinch me please, maybe slap me. Yeah, that will wake me up.”
“Oh stop it. Things may not seem like it now but this is going to be great. You are gonna have a baby Shane. A baby. It might not be how you planned it or who you planned it with but, a baby. Now let's call the doc and get you an appointment I want to know if I’m having a niece or a nephew.”
A week later we are sitting in the OBGYN’s office and Shana is getting her vagina scoped out by a middle-aged man with white hair and glasses. We finally get to the good part and he squirts that blue gel on her stomach so we can see the little peanut. When he touches the wand to her barely round stomach a loud static noise fills the room and he pulls the wand back off.
“So sorry about that, the last person must not have turned it down when they were done.” The doctor says while turning some knobs, then seems satisfied. “Alright, let's try this again shall we?” He says then puts the wand back to work. This time, the static is quiet and is quickly taken over my a whooshing sound.
“Baby’s heartbeat is strong, that’s good. Now let's take some measurements and find out a little more about your wee one.”
I take my eyes from the screen showing the grainy black and white thing that slightly resembles an alien baby and look over at Shana. She has tears in her eyes that haven't fallen yet and she is staring intently at the screen. I grab her hand to offer some support and that is all it takes for her tears to let go and fall.
“That’s my baby.” She says between sobs. “I'm having a baby.” She has the biggest smile on her face and it makes my heart so full to see her this happy.
“We are having a baby Shane. Cris and I will be with you, to help you every step of the way.” Every step of the way. Telling Cristal about the pregnancy was something else.
“Hey, Cris I have something to tell you,” Shana says during one of our many take out/Grey’s nights.
“Oh god, what did you do?” She asks skeptically. I don't blame her, last time Shana told her she had something to tell her it was that she had used one of her books to try her hand at origami, claiming she could find no other paper, but that is a story for another time I suppose.
“I'm pregnant!” She blurts out. There is silence for quite some time and the look on Cristal's face changes from shocked to excitement.
“Are you shitting me?” and she is cursing. “We are having a baby?” Seeing her like this is weird, she has been so quiet the last few years, I really do miss the girl she was before. We only get glimpses of her every now and again, but since she has been hanging out with Dez they have come more frequent. It really is a beautiful thing to see.
“Yes, my first appointment is tomorrow and I hope you can come.”
“Tomorrow? Crap what time?” she asks grabbing her phone and scrolling through it. Probably looking at her schedule.
“10:00.” Cristal is quiet for a moment.
“Crap, crap, I have a test at ten. I can’t.” She says, now pouting.
“We will get pictures for you then okay?” I tell her.
“Wait. You knew already didn't you?” She asks me and guilt takes over. I'm not sure why but both of them always seem to come to me first when they have something to talk about. Or a secret to tell. I always seem to go to Brinn.
“You bitches,” Cristal says. “Should have known.” She rolls her eyes. “Oh well, we are having a baby! And yes you had better bring me some pictures of my niece or nephew.”
“Well looks like we are looking at around seventeen weeks here due date around the twentieth of November. Let's get some pictures printed out for you shall we?.” The doctor says breaking into my thoughts. “Now it's too soon to tell the sex of the baby, we will have you schedule your twenty-week appointment on the way out. We will have a look see then. Take care now and congratulations.” He says with a warm smile then he wipes off the blue goo and is out the door.
