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“Hi Ms. Carter, this is Dr. Rita Montgomery, from the Goleta Mission Hospital.”

Not my mom.

Please, not my mom.




“Um, oh yeah. Hi. Is this about my mom?” I asked, as my heart began to race.

Jeremy stepped out of the car, and stared at me curiously.

“Oh no, not at all. We’ve just received the results of your check-ups”, she replied.

I let out a sigh. My mom had made all of us – my dad, my sisters, Jerry, Willow and I – take medical tests, just to make sure everything was alright, and that none of us were going to be dropping dead anytime soon. I could understand her paranoia, but it was no fun at all being poked and prodded for days.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, feeling my heart rate slow. Jeremy was standing in front of me, looking slightly worried.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. But, we found some human chorionic gonadotropin in your bloodstream.”

I hated it when doctors assumed you’d understand everything they were saying.

“Okay, what does that mean?” I asked, as patiently as possible.

“It means you’re pregnant.”


I snorted right into phone. “I’m sorry. What?” I said into the phone. Jeremy gave me a questioning look.

“You’re six weeks pregnant” she said.

My heart rate sped up, and I could feel the fear starting to creep in.

Please let this be a joke, I pled with the universe. Please.

“What?” I breathed.

“You’re six weeks pregnant” she repeated.

But, I knew it at the back of my mind; doctors don’t joke around with those kinds of things.

I stood open-mouthed for a second, avoiding Jeremy’s confused gaze. Confused did not even begin to cut what I felt right then. Pure understatement.


“Would you like to come in? So we can discuss procedure and future check-ups and things like that?”


Me, pregnant. Bun in the oven. With child.

It was totally impossible.

I couldn’t be pregnant. I mean, I’d been on the Pill; I thought the whole purpose of that was to prevent pregnancy. And, okay, maybe I’d missed a couple doses, but really. What are the odds?

I could not be pregnant.

“What is it?” Jeremy whispered. I could just see my expressions right then – surfacing, shock; beneath, confusion; and beneath that; fear. Or worry. Or maybe a bit of both.

“Ms. Carter? Are you still there?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. I could see Jeremy’s worried expression getting firmer.

“Hello?” the lady called.

And with that, I pressed the ‘End Call’ button. I hated it when he got worried, and most of all, I hated it when I was the cause. There was no way I was telling him anything just yet, and keeping the lady on the phone was just going to enhance his agitation. Besides, I myself, was still in an extreme state of shock.

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Matt Bomeras Jeremy Harrington
Katheryn Winnickas Deana
Lindsay Sloaneas Stacey
Jason Lewisas Matthew
Christine Baranskias Deana's mom
Edward Herrmannas Deana's dad
Kyle Lowderas Bradley Cole
Jessica Bielas Sheila
Bradley Cooperas Jerry
Cameron Diazas Rosie
Nicole Kidmanas Frannie
Robert Buckleyas Dave
Ian McKellenas Scottie
Ryan Reynoldsas Greg
Emily Bluntas Savannah
Claire Geareas Willow
Emma Thompsonas Lauren's mom
Jaclyn Smithas Sophie Harrington

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