I stare at her for a second, letting the words echo in my mind until they get a meaning, and then, I laugh.
I laugh right in her face, uncontrollable laughter, making my body shake.
"No, doctor, I... I can't be pregnant. I'm only seventeen." I say through laughter.
"I'm glad you find this amusing, Sophie. I'm sure your parents won't."
My laugh dies down at her words.
"Are you sure?" I ask her and she shrugs. "All symptoms indicate towards it. Sure, you'll have to go check with a gynecologist to be absolutely positive that you're pregnant, but, honestly, there's a slim chance it's something else than a baby in you. Now, I'm going to..."
Her words lose meaning as she speaks to me, my brain not registering what she's saying.
No, I can't be, me and Harry have always used protection...
Oh my god!
Images of the last time we made love, just before he left for Europe, after he told me what he'd done, fill my mind and with them one shocking information.
We didn't use a condom.
We didn't use a condom.
All blood drains from my face. "Oh my god." I whisper, covering my mouth with my palm. "What am I gonna do?"
Doctor gives me a sympathetic smile. "You're still so young, Sophie. If you want, I know great doctors who have performed many abortions and a highly professional..."
I stop her, shaking my head. "No, I... I could never kill my child." I bite my lip, taking deep breaths in and out.
"It was just a suggestion, you're only seventeen." she shrugs and immediately, some small part of my brain, or maybe my soul, perceives her as a threat.
She's talking about abortion.
She's suggesting I kill my child.
Incredibly, I immediately feel very protective of a small fetus growing inside me.
"Thank you for your help, doctor." I force a smile towards her, and stand up, heading for the door.
"You need to go to the gynecologist!" she says, just before I shut the door after me.
My eyes immediately find my mother, looking at me with worried eyes.
How am I going to tell her this?
She rushes towards me, reaching her arms out, and instinctively, I put mine around my stomach.
Mum doesn't notice the suggestive movement and just wraps her arms around me.
"You've taken quite long." she says in my ear and I sigh.
"Mum, I love you, but can you please stop making a scene. I'm alright." kind of. I just happened to have unprotected sex with a man who my dad kicked me out of house for, and now I'm pregnant at the age of seventeen. Oh, and just before we had sex, he told me he just killed someone and he's currectly on a run from the police and his previous gang, god knows where. "Nothing's wrong with me."
She frowns."What is it, then? You can't tell me that you've been vomiting every morning just because."
I sigh. "I can't tell you here."
Her frown gets deeper. "Why not?"
"Because I can't, mum." I say and start walking towards the exit.
"No, Sophie, you can and you will. I deserve to know what's wrong with you?" she grabs my hand the second I exit the hospital.
I look up her with plea in my eyes, asking her not to do this here, but she's not coming down from this.
I understand her; I'd act the same if it was my daughter.
Holy shit. I'll have a baby in a few months.
I bite my lip and look at the ground. "I'm pregnant." I whisper, so low that she might not hear it, but I know she did when she let's go of my hand like it burned her.
"What?" she whispers, shock written all over her face.
Tears pool in my eyes at her reaction. She must be disgusted with me.
"I'm pregnant, mum." I repeat, ignoring the huge gulp forming in my throat.
"You're seventeen, Sophie." she whispers. "You've got your whole life in front of you."
"I know." I whisper.
She takes a deep breath.
"Come, let's go for a coffee, we need to talk and figure this out, before your father finds out about this." she decides, and starts walking towards the car, leaving me to trail behind her.
Network malfunctioned yesterday, so I couldn't update.
I'll try to do a double update today to make it up to you! xx
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