Small mistakes that change lives… -Part 2-
Emma’s P.O.V.
The pain was becoming less. The painkillers had worked, but I was dizzy from the blood sample. I breathed slowly, I had my eyes closed and felt the fingers of my mother go through my hair. My phone battery was dead and I couldn’t call Harry.
“Is she asleep?” The doctor’s voice came to my ear.
“No.” My mother responded.
I opened my eyes making a huge effort. The doctor had a huge smile on his young face. I sat on the bed and removed all of the strands of hair that obstructed the view. My mouth felt dry.
“Okay Miss Smith. I have good news for you.” He sat on the edge the stretcher.
“Your exams came out perfectly, you aren’t sick Miss Smith. But... Uff. Miss Smith, when was the last time you had your period?”
What? He can’t ask me that… Oh, shit.
I looked at him with wide eyes and he nodded smiling.
“Miss Smith you are pregnant. I think it will be great news for your fiancé.”
Yeah, do you think that? Well, try telling someone who even has a fear of commitment that will be father... I looked at Mom. It looked like she might faint at any second. Her skin was pale, her eyes were wide and her breathing was agitated.
“Please change,” he said handing me a blue hospital gown, “I will return in a moment to make you an ultrasound and determine how long you have been pregnant.”
Unconsciously I began to undress when the doctor left the room. Mom was looking at me like I had grown another head and I just put on the hospital gown and sat back down on the couch. Mom didn’t move.
Shit, shit, shit. This couldn’t be happening. I ran my hands through my hair, pulling some of this. What the fuck will I do? My heart was beating fast and I wanted to scream, to cry, to laugh...
Mom was driving. We were both completely silent. I leaned my head against the car window. Neither of us had reacted until they made the ultrasound. And if there it was. A black spot in the screen. The doctor "very-young-to-be-a-doctor" had said I had two months and all coincide when he said I probably had conceived the third week of January... The first week of vacation with Harry.
I was scared. I hadn’t finished college, and obviously couldn’t keep skating until the baby was born, had a modeling contract that I have canceled. And of course I don’t want to imagine my father’s or Harry’s face when I tell them. And my brothers... Oh God.
Shit.
I took a deep breath and my mom turned right on Main Street. “Mom… I don’t want you to tell anybody, especially dad.”
“Emma…”
“Let me tell Harry first.”
“Sweetheart, do not get overwhelm. Everything will be fine.”
I closed my eyes. I knew she was in a way disappointed, but didn’t want to show it. Mom took me to my apartment and left the bag with the prenatal pills; that the doctor had prescribed, on the table. She said goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek.
I climbed the stairs and entered the room. I plopped down on the bed. It still smelled like Harry. I sighed. I connected my phone to the charger to be able to call Harry.
I waited a few minutes and then dialed his number.
“Hi Emma.” He said.
“Hi Harry.” I bit my lip.
“How was the hospital?”
“Fine.” It depends in how you look it.
“It’s still hurting?”
“No… Harry, what were those ‘I’m sorry’” I asked I a whisper.
“Nothing… I was stressed and it was just a moment of desperation.”
“Okay…”
“Are you sure you are okay? You don’t sound ‘fine.’”
“Yeah.” No. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t tell him by phone.
“Babe, I have to go. I’ll take you later.”
“Okay. Bye, I love you.”
“Bye.”
The call ended. I let out a big breath. A baby, oh yeah I was in trouble.
I bit my lower lip. I truly needed someone at this time. I regret telling mom to leave. I closed the curtains and the room went dark. I took my phone.
“Hello?”
“Jessie, can you come? I need you.” I whispered.
“Yeah, sure.”
Harry’s P.O.V.
I felt that everyone knew what I had done and couldn’t see anyone into the eyes. I played with my fingers as I looked at my shoes. Everyone talked and I just thought that Emma probably was in bed with a hematoma in the waist, while I'm here feeling guilty for lying.
I bit my lip. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and I sent a message to mom.
“Can you go check if Emma is okay? She felt at the practice.”
I don’t wait for her to answer me; I keep my phone in my pocket. Jade enters the room, wearing a short dress and heels. The guilt comes over me and tears begin to sting in my eyes. She sits next to me and rubs her leg against mine. I wanted to run away. Everyone looks at me and I feel they know and that at anytime Emma will call me and tell me that I can go to hell.
Everyone talked and I just played with my fingers, ignoring the presence of Jade next to me.
I'm confused because I can’t deny that I wanted it, but I cannot take the blame. I bit my lower lip. I breathing deeply and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I used that as an excuse to get out of there. I stayed a while in the hall, breathing deeply. I didn’t even bother to see the message.
I'm confused because I can’t deny that I wanted it, but I cannot take the blame. I bit my lower lip. I breathing deeply and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I used that as an excuse to get out of there. I stayed a while in the hall, breathing deeply. I didn’t even bother to see the message.
After a few minutes the door opens and Jade came out. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
“She says approaching me.
“I… Just… Was… My phone…” I try to find an excuse. She laughs and shakes her head.
“What? You regret so quickly?” She says so close to me that I can feel her lips brush mines.
I shake my head and she kisses me before returning to the other, winking at me before entering.
Emma’s P.O.V.
Jessie hugged me while I cried and told him what happened. I told him absolutely everything and he tried to calm me down.
“Beautiful, don’t get like this. You should be happy. Somebody is growing here.” He said pocking my belly with his index finger.
“But, Jessie, I’m not ready for this.”
“I know pretty girl,but we will all support you and I'm sure Harry will be happy.”
“Really? Have you ever seen him?”
“Probably it will be hard to adapt, but everything will be fine. Also, Chris and I started the adoption process, so we're both going to have to support each other.”
I half smiled and wiped my tears with the sleeves of my blouse.
“Positive mind, okay? Now let's eat ice cream.” He said, rising from that couch chair and walked to the kitchen...