Emily's POV
Austin and I pull up to the doctor's office and I hesitate to walk in.
I feel my breathing get heavy but try to soothe it before Austin sees.
I should've had my mom come. She knows more about this than Austin does.
"Are you coming?" Austin asks opening the passenger door for me.
"Yeah."
We walk in and go straight to the front desk to the receptionist.
"How may I help you?" she asks pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Appointment for Emily Smith." Austin blurts out before I can.
He's doing better than I thought.
The receptionist looks at Austin with a hint of disgust on her face.
His cheek is still swollen from when I hit him with a book which probably leads the receptionist to thinking he gets in a lot of fights.
Austin is a dark person and sort of resembles a drug dealer.
I can assume that his stereotype is fighting over crack and that I'm just a hoe.
"I see you Miss Smith. If you two can take a seat in the waiting room and fill out some paperwork, the doctor will be with you shortly." She says handing me a clipboard with papers attached to it.
Austin and I walk to take a seat and I realize that I forgot a pen.
Luckily, Austin pulls one out his pocket and hands it to me.
Maybe he is dependable.
I begin to fill out the paperwork and come to the conclusion that I really should have brought my mom.
I don't know any of our family history and I don't think Austin knows anything about his.
Am I supposed to be taking medicine?
I don't know the first day I became pregnant.
Why is this asking so many questions?
I see Austin staring at me and I know that he can tell that I don't know what I'm doing.
I continue to stare at the paperwork and pretend not to notice him.
After a few minutes, I fill out the paperwork to the best of my knowledge and stand up to turn it in.
Austin grabs my hand and sits me back down.
He grabs the clipboard and returns it back to the receptionist.
He comes and sits back down before kissing me on my cheek.
Why did he do that?
I look around the office and see all the other pregnant women sitting around.
Some with their husbands and some alone.
It scares me to think that I can actually end up pregnant alone.
It scares me to think that soon, I will looking like them.
I guess that Austin sees the nervous look on my face.
He grabs a hold of my hand and gently squeezes it.
I turn and give him a light smile.
"It's going to be okay Emily. I'm here." He says rubbing circles of my hand.
"I want to think that everything will be okay."
"It will be. I promised you."
I nod and turn away from him.
Should I believe what he says?
I don't want him to play me.
I'm pregnant with his child.