“That’s an entirely normal reaction. From my calculations, you are approximately eight weeks pregnant. A scan will confirm that though, but we don’t offer them until twelve weeks. Are you in a relationship?”
“I am, yes. He’s in the waiting room.”
She nodded as she handed me some leaflets, her eyes crinkling as she smiled.
“Okay, well, you will receive an appointment from the obstetrician when you reach twelve weeks. If you need any further information from us just call. Is there anything you want to ask now?”
I shook my head as she smiled.
“Okay, then, congratulations.”
I turned and walked out of the door, my heart in my throat as I walked back down the corridor.
I was pregnant? I was going to be a mommy?
Cal has his hands laced behind his head, jumping up when he saw me.
“Are you okay” he asked gruffly, and I nodded, pulling him to the exit. When we got outside, I began to cry, and his eyes filled with worry.
“Baby, whatever the doctor said, we can get through it. I swear. Come here.”
He held me in his arms, and I cried before pulling away from him, looking up into his eyes, my heart thumping in my throat.
“You’re going to be a daddy, Cal.”
He blinked, a broad smile spreading over his face. “Nofuckingway.”
I nodded as his eyes searched mine anxiously.
“Are you happy? Whatever you want—” he began his supportive spiel, which I interrupted suddenly, kissing his mouth.
“I want it. I’m in shock, but Cal, a mini us.”
Suddenly I felt the floor disappear from beneath my feet as he lifted me into the air, swirling me around.
“Oh baby, I’m so fucking happy right now, you’ve got no idea.”
I bit my lip as our lips met, a new feeling enveloping me as I saw his eyes gazing at me like they did the first time he saw me.
“I couldn’t wish for anyone better than you to be a mother to my child.”
I felt tears fill my eyes again as he pulled me close, kissing my head as his arms circled me protectively.
“The baby is due in seven months, Cal! What am I going to do about school?” I chewed on my fingernail as he sighed, guiding me towards his car.
“We’ll speak with the college, see what your options are. What are you thinking of doing?”
I couldn’t think, my head was too busy with images of our unborn child.
Would they have my eyes or Cal’s?
“OhGod, our parents,” I groaned as he smiled, almost as though he had already thought it through.
“I need to be honest. I have booked to take you away, to Paris. I’m not entirely sure that it’s the best idea, considering how ill you have been. I’d rather not take you on a flight over the Atlantic to a foreign country,” he grimaced as he thought about it, his eyes filled with anxiety.
My heart swelled with love for him, and I reached for his hand.
“You’re so romantic!Paris?! For my birthday?”
