This had to be the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I felt the warm tears slide down my face after the doctor confirmed my fears. I was pregnant. Eight weeks pregnant to be exact. Mark would probably be ecstatic. After all, he is twenty and keeps on bringing up the idea of marriage and children. I'm only seventeen and I just don't feel like I'm ready for all of that. Yes, Mark is my mate and we've been dating for three years, but I'm still so young.
"Now, Aubrey, we can discuss your options now, or you can create an appointment and come in then." The doctor said waking me from my thoughts.
"Umm I think I'd like to discuss them now." I replied. My hands were shaking as I wiped a tear from my cheek.
"Well you can choose to terminate the pregancy, give the baby up for adoption, or keep and raise it. As my professional opinion, being so young, termination or adoption are your best options." He suggested. Could I possibly kill my own baby? Could I trust other people to take care of it? My baby will most likely become a werewolf, just like it's father. I don't think any normal couple could handle having a werewolf for a child. The only honest option for me is to keep it.
"I think I want to keep my baby." I said to the doctor while placing a hand on my waist. Granted, I didn't have a baby bump yet, but my little tadpole was in there and I felt the automatic need to protect him or her.
"Now, as a doctor, I can't do anything but support your decision." The doctor started, "However, you're only seventeen, how do you plan on raising the baby? Will the father be there for you and the baby? How will you get money for the baby? Do you even have a job?" He questioned me, the judgement evident on his face.
"What I do with my life is my own business. I think it's time for me to go." I said getting up from the stiff examination table. The doctor shook his head and handed me a bottle of prenatal vitamins. After murmuring a goodbye, I paid for the visit and left.
My iPhone went off in my pocket, playing Mark's ring tone. I pulled myself together and answered the call.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice shaky.
"Hey baby, how did the appointment go? Was it the stomach flu after all?" Mark questioned, concern evident in his voice.
"Umm yeah, the doctor said I just need to sleep it off and drink a lot of water." I replied, unsure of exactly how I should tell him. This really isn't an issue one discusses over the phone.
"Well when you get home, I'll be sure to take care of you." He said sweetly, I love him so much.
"Thanks babe, I'm heading home right now. I gotta go, love you." I replied, the nerves exploding.
"Love you too, baby." He said before hanging up.
I hung up and mentally slapped myself. It's his baby, he has a right to know. For some reason, I just can't bring myself to tell him. Most of me knows that he'll stay by me and be overly excited, but there's that small voice inside of my head saying, "He doesn't want you. What would the alpha want with a non-werewolf girl? You're not really his mate, Katie is. He wants Katie to be the mother to his children. She's a werewolf, she's fit to be his wife." I shook the voice from my head and headed home.
After pulling in the driveway, I shoved the prenatal vitamins in my bag and walked up to the front door. Most of the members of the pack lived in Mark's house. The house was big, four stories. There was a floor for the boys, girls, the beta, and the alpha. A couple of the guys were sitting out on the front porch laughing about something. They all said hey and I said it back. I walked into the house and was instantly jumped by Sadie, my best friend.
"So, how did the doctors appointment go?" She asked, concern taking over her features.
"It's just the stomach flu. The doctor gave me some meds and told me that it should be over soon." I said shrugging and walking into the first floor kitchen. Katie and Alicia were in there laughing about something.
"Bitch." Katie coughed when I walked in. I rolled my eyes.
"Katie, not today please." I said giving her a glare. I get this everyday from her. She mentally convinced herself that Mark was her mate, and has been giving me absolute hell from day one. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and made my way up to the fourth floor. I reached Mark and I's floor and immediately crashed on the big comfy leather couch in the living room.
"Aubrey?" I heard Mark's deep voice ask and the thud of footsteps shortly after.
"Mmmphh." I muttered throwing my hand up in defeat. It's only noon and I've already had to deal with the doctor basically attacking me and not knowing how or when I'm going to tell Mark. Not only that, but my ankles are swollen and I'm utterly exhausted. I felt the couch dip beside me and Mark's incredibly warm and strong arms surround me. My tiny 5'3" frame was nothing compared to his 6'3" incredibly buff frame.