You stare at your calendar and count the days one more time. ‘No, no this can’t be right,’ you thought as you counted again and dialed your best friend’s number. As soon as she arrived, you explained your situation and she asked all the usual questions.
“There’s no way I’m-” you trialed off, unable to finish the sentence. “I haven’t even had… wait.” You were about to tell her you hadn’t even slept with anyone in the past few months when you remembered a one night stand you had two weeks ago. “There was that hockey player….
“You slept with a hockey player?” Your best friend raised her eyebrows and looked you over. “Like, a NHL hockey player?” She sounded impressed.
“Alex Gally-something, it was Russian I think,” you tried to remember his name. Hockey wasn’t your thing, and that night had involved a lot of alcohol.
“Alex Galchenyuk?” She asked. “He is so cute! I can’t believe you slept with him!”
“Not the point, but thanks…” You sighed and closed your eyes, and drew in a shaky breath.
“I’m sorry, that’s irrelevant; I should be helping you with this. Okay, so you said it’s two days late?” You nodded. “Do you have his number? Maybe you should talk to him. And you should probably take a test, just in case.”
“I think I have his number,” you said and looked through your phone until you found ‘A-Gally,’ which must have been how you drunkenly entered it two weeks ago.
*Hey, it’s Y/N from the other night. Do you remember me?* You sent to him a text and waited for a response. Late that night you finally got a text from him. With shaking hands, you try to explain everything, without sounding like some puck bunny. He believed you and made plans to meet up the next day.
“I’m so sorry, I know this looks like I’m probably just doing this because you’re a professional hockey player and have money, but I swear it isn’t,” you explained when you saw him the next morning.
“I believe you, Y/N; you don’t seem like the kind of girl to do that,” he said and smiled kindly. It made you feel a little less stressed about the situation. He held up a plastic back from a grocery store, and there was a box in it. “I got this for you.” He handed the bag to you, not really sure what else to say.
“Thanks; I was thinking about buying a pregnancy test too, but I didn’t know what kind to get, and just thinking about it really freaked me out,” you said as you pulled the box of tests out of the bag. “I guess I should take these now, and get it over with.”
He put his hand on your wrist and you stopped. “I just want you to know that if it’s positive, and you’re pregnant, I’ll be there for you. I’m going to take responsibility and help you however you need.” He looked up at you as you stood next to the table, his hand still on your wrist.
“Thank you,” you smiled. You were very grateful for his offer, because you were terrified he would abandon you if you were actually pregnant. As you waited in the small bathroom of the café for the tests to finish, your mind raced over every possible outcome. Finally, all three showed a negative symbol, and you sighed in relief. You walked back to where Alex was sitting and you smiled at him.
“Not pregnant!” You laughed, realizing how relieved you were to find out, and he smiled.
“So, now that we know you’re not knocked up, can I buy you a drink tonight to celebrate?” he asked.
“I’d like that,” you replied, hoping this was a start to a relationship.
-Lila
