Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Not that I was really that worried. I had an IUD. It wasn’t as if we were doing anything unprotected. That wasn’t the point though; the point was that he should have discussed this with me.
“He won’t need his boys anymore if he’s got you pregnant, dumbass. The deed will already be done.” Cheyenne said helpfully.
I brooded in the backseat the entire way. James walked us up to the doctor’s office with us, waited for us to get inside, and then left us there to go get Janie for her appointment. We waited for a good hour before the nurse called Cheyenne’s name. What the fuck took so long, I don’t know, but we both headed back, following the nurse. She was a cute little thing, beanpole thin, and her scrubs swallowing her even though they were probably already the smallest size they made.
“If you’ll just step up here, Cheyenne, we’ll get your weight, and then send you to the ultrasound room.” The nurse said with a smile in her voice.
Cheyenne grumbled but stepped up on to the scare.
“Holy Shit!” I said playfully when the nurse said her weight.
“Go fuck a duck.” Cheyenne said under her breath.
I laughed aloud and weighed myself as the nurse took Cheyenne’s blood pressure. I’d lost seven pounds in the four months I’d been seeing Gabe, and I was ecstatic. When I had my knee surgery, I’d gained twenty pounds. Since then, I’ve been fighting a losing battle. I thought the weight was there to stay, but something was helping me now because I haven’t been at one forty five since high school.
“I’ve lost seven pounds!” I cheered.
Cheyenne gave me a nasty look and the nurse laughed as she led us to the ultrasound room.
“She’ll be right in.” The nurse said as she left the room.
“You’re such a bitch. How could you rub something like this in my face?”
“Cheyenne, you’re pregnant. Take a chill pill.” I said.
To pass the time I started braiding Cheyenne’s hair. We did this from time to time. Acted like little girls, when in reality we were twenty-six.
The ultrasound tech came in a few minutes later.
“Hello Cheyenne, is this your partner?” She asked.
I could see how she thought we were a couple. I was holding the braid I’d just finished braiding her hair and I held it in the palm of my hand while Cheyenne searched in her bag for a hair tie. She handed me one and then replied flippantly.
“Yes, this will be our third love child together.”
“That’s so wonderful. Did you do in-vitro?” The tech questioned.
“No, we used turkey basters. Worked like a charm.” I said.
“That’s so lovely! We don’t see enough of that here.” She admitted.
She laughed as if we told a joke and then got her machine turned on and Cheyenne ready to go. Just as she was setting the wand on her stomach, her pager went off. She took it off her waistband, glanced at it, and let out a squeak.
“I’ll be right back.” She said as she hustled out of the room.
We both watched her exit the room in a rush. Then we looked at the door, Cheyenne’s goo slicked stomach, and then back to the door.
“I bet I could do that.” I said to her.
“Sure you could.” She agreed.
Taking the wand, I ran it over Cheyenne’s stomach about belly button height. On the computer screen, a black blur and it looked like a bunch of nothin to me.
“Lower.” Cheyenne said to me.
“If I get any lower I’ll be shoving it up your hoo hoo.” I said to her.
“Ya know, they do make those. I had one with the twins. I was too late in the pregnancy for one this time. It won’t pick up your baby yet, since you just made it last night.” She said jokingly.
I playfully lifted up my shirt and ran the wand over the lower part of my stomach just above my pubic bone. What I saw nearly made me faint. However, I did drop the wand. It swung in an arc and slammed up against the side of the ultrasound machine. Cheyenne leaned up and placed it back where the tech had left it. We both sat there silently going over the momentous discovery we’d just uncovered.
Minutes passed before the tech came back in the room, she went over Cheyenne’s belly and the baby came into view.
“The baby is moving right along for 22 weeks. Would you like to know the sex?” She asked.
“Yes.” Cheyenne whispered.
“It’s a girl, see those three lines? That’s the labia. Looks like a little hamburger. Congratulations.” She said excitedly.
“Yes, congratulations, snookum.” I said to Cheyenne trying to move around the elephant in the room.
Once done, she guided us to the room where Cheyenne was to be examined, and left us there alone.
“So.” Cheyenne started.
“I have an IUD. How could this have happened?” I cried.
“Honey, just the other day you told me babies were miracles, and that I should feel blessed to have one on the way.” She said sarcastically.
“I meant it was good for you, not for me!” I said as my voice rose.
“Well that’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”
“Screw you.”
“What’s the big deal here? I mean you’re engaged. You’ve graduated college, have a good job, and you are in love with the father. What’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to poop on the table when I’m giving birth.” I said.
“That’s it?”
“Well no, not all of it. I guess I’m just scared. When you put it the way you just did, I should really have nothing to worry about here. How do I tell him this? That me and you were fucking around with the ultrasound machine and I just happened to fall on it and saw that I had a baby in here?” I asked gesturing to my stomach.
My mind was whirling with all the possibilities. I knew he wouldn’t be upset, but with Gabe, just finding out he was a father to a baby he’s never met, and us getting married, the gang putting a bounty on my head, and the fact that I was pregnant was some serious shit going on all at once. Then another thought hit me, and it was awful.