I’m not sure how many days have passed now that I’ve not been able to move in the mornings. I think I’m on day five. Five days of misery when I get up, then it goes away until the nighttime hours land upon me. I’ve officially made a doctor appointment to get some antibiotics. Yesterday I was ready to give up on life until Jace showed up with chicken broth and crackers. Brooke and Miranda have checked on me daily, sometimes multiple times throughout the daylight hours. I agreed to this doctor appointment as all three are officially now worried about me. In the past, I’ve been pretty healthy. Catching the yearly bug that goes around, but able to bounce right back after a few days. This time, it’s lingering and has none of the usual systems like a fever. If I could only get a fever, I wouldn’t worry as much as not having one.

Dressed in nothing but yoga pants, a t-shirt, and zip-up jacket with my running shoes on, I enter the doctor’s office. Killing time, I open my phone and open the browser. Typing in Paxton’s next location to the Yucatan Peninsula, I scroll through looking at pictures. Knowing that Paxton will capture some of the best ones with his lens, I barely register the moment my name’s called. Standing up, I slow my stride as the room tilts to the left a little. Blowing out a breath of air, I put one foot forward and meet the nurse with a half smile.

“Ms. Quinn, follow me.”

We go through the typical process. Weight, blood pressure, temperature, and the million questions that they have to ask. My next stop is the restroom where I’m instructed to use the little clear plastic cup. This is the part I hate. I have no idea who came up with these small cups. I mean, I’m not a dude who can point and shoot like a pro gunslinger. At times this can be messy, all while wondering if I captured enough for them to use. Satisfied with my collection, I wipe the cup and place it down so I can wash my hands before handing it back to the nurse. The nurse places me in a room, explaining that the doctor will be with me shortly. Hopping up on the table, I set my hands in my lap and wait.

“Hello, Ms. Quinn. It’s good to see you again. I hear you’ve been feeling a little under the weather,” she says, moving closer to me.

“Hi. Yes, I’ve been feeling weird and tired for a little while now. I think I just got a bug and wanted to make sure I was okay.”

“I see. Well, reviewing your chart I think I know exactly what’s wrong. Your bug will be over in a few months,” she says, looking down and back up at me.

“Excuse me, months? What kind of bug lasts months? I don’t have time for that, can I get a shot?”

“Annabelle, you’re expecting. This bug won’t go away for a few months when you enter your second trimester.”

“What?” I ask, staring at her like she’s the one who is sick and has lost her mind.

“You’re pregnant. I’d guess about four to six weeks along, but you’ll need to see your OB/GYN to verify and get a checkup.”

“This can’t be right; I mean how… Oh…” I let the last part fall from my lips as I remember the night Paxton and I were together. The two of us had been drinking and were lost in the moment with each other. So lost that we forgot about protection. Well, we actually didn’t. Neither of us had anything since we aren’t very active in the sex department. Plus, I’ve been taking the pill since I was in high school. You would’ve thought that was enough to fight off his little swimmers. Apparently, one was an Olympic swimmer. Might as well call that one Michael Phelps because he just broke the record inside my vagina.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“No, I’m pretty sure I know how this happened.” I slouch forward as I hang my head down. She excuses herself as I just sit here trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. Really not what I’m going to do, but what’s my next step.

After checking out, I stand in the hallway outside the office and dial up my OB. Lucky for me they can get me in later today as they had a cancellation. Quickly, I dial Brooke and beg for her to meet me there at four thirty. I don’t explain why. I just tell her that I need her. I do the same with Miranda. There’s no way I can get this confirmation without one of them being there. Lucky for me, I get both of them. Maybe the results were wrong. Perhaps it was a false positive as I’ve heard of this happening. If it’s a real positive, I’ve got to figure out how to tell Paxton. This isn’t something either one of us has planned. Will he freak out like I want to right now? He’s just admitted to wanting a real relationship, and now I’m going to throw fatherhood at him. Not giving a shit about the way I look, I make my way to my office. I need to focus on anything and everything else in my life other than the reality that’s fixing to be my life. I’ll work for a few hours and then go for a second opinion.

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Sitting in the middle of my OB’s office, my leg bounces in anticipation of what’s to come. Neither Brooke nor Miranda have arrived yet. This might be the first time in history that I pray my doctor is running late. Right as my name’s called, the door flies open with a breathless Brooke and Miranda rushing through. I offer a slight smile as the three of us head toward the nurse.

“Ms. Quinn, it’s good to see you again,” the nurse says as she escorts me to the open room where she questions me on the reason for my appointment today. I’ve not told Brooke nor Miranda the reason yet either. Bracing myself for the next words that come from my mouth, I let out a long sigh and quickly state:

“My family doctor says I’m pregnant, and I need to verify.” The deep inhale of breaths next to me cause fear for me to turn and look at them in the face. It’s not a fear of them being disappointed, but more of how they are taking this news. My nurse writes a few things down in my file as I avoid eye contact with my friends.

“Okay, I’m going to need a sample,” she instructs, and on cue, I stand and head to the bathroom. When I come back, I answer her questions and watch as she writes them down all before we follow her to an exam room. After instructing me to strip from the waist down, she exits the room. I step behind the curtain and wait for the curious minds to interrogate me. Lucky for me, they wait until I hop up on the exam table.

“Do you care to explain, or are you just going to make us wait?” Brooke questions as Miranda stands next to her with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What’s there to explain? We’re here for a second opinion and all the answers to your questions. And before you ask, yes, it’s Paxton’s.”

“Hold up… When did you have sex with Paxton?” Miranda asks as Brooke looks away. Brooke knows that she can’t act like she already knew this. If she does Miranda will feel left out. Silently, I plead with Brooke to play along. With a quick wink from Brooke, I relax as I know she gets it. She understands the need for peace in our triangle.

“That night after we left the bar,” is all I can say before Dr. Stapleton enters the room.

“Ms. Quinn, I see here we might be expecting,” she states as she pulls her rolling stool before me and takes a seat.

“That’s what the rumor is.”

“I’d have to agree; your test came back positive. Let’s do a quick checkup, and then we can do an ultrasound. Let me grab the machine, and I’ll be right back.”

“Does he know yet?” Brooke asks.

“No.”

“I want to know why we didn’t know you two slept together,” Miranda states as she sulks next to Brooke.

“We can talk about this later, you two. Right now I need answers.”

“That makes the three of us,” Brooke states right before Dr. Stapleton comes back with her ultrasound machine.

“Lie back and slide down to the edge of the table. Since you’re close to your yearly, we’ll go ahead and do a pap smear to get that out of the way.” I do as instructed, placing my hands above my head as I stare up at the ceiling tiles. Before I know it, two sets of hands grab hold of mine and squeeze tight. After the doctor’s finished, she explains the vaginal ultrasound and how next time I should be able to get the adnominal one. Seems that the baby is the size of a poppy seed and we’re only looking at the sac on the monitor. She steadies her hand, taking snapshots every so often. Finished, she allows me to sit up before continuing with due dates, appointments, vitamins, and what to avoid. I don’t hear any of it. All I can do is stare at her lips moving and nod every so often. Mentally praying that either Brooke or Miranda got all that information because I sure the hell didn’t.

“Any questions for me?” she asks as she stands and pats me on the leg.

“No, I think I’m good for now.”

“Alright, well if you have any problems just call the office, and we’ll see what we can do. If not, I’ll see you in four weeks.”

“Okay,” I say, shifting from side to side as the room is now starting to get uncomfortable, or is it the fact that I feel it closing in on me?

“Annabelle, we’ll meet you out front, okay?” Brooke states as she follows the doctor out of the room. I’m thankful for this quiet moment to myself. I need it to gather my thoughts, my feelings, and most crucial—preparation. Preparing for the million questions that are about to come. The only thing that scares me right now is the fact that I could lose Paxton over this. I know from the past that if he’s not ready for something, he pulls away.

After checking out and making my next appointment, the three of us walk out to the hallway and wait for our elevator.

“Can we come over and talk about all this with you?” Brooke asks with an expression I’ve never seen on her face before. It’s one mixed with excitement, fear, and the unknown.

“Sure,” I say, shrugging as we exit.

The girls flag down the cab, escorting me in and directing the driver to my apartment. When we enter my place, it’s like we were transported there through time. I don’t remember the drive, paying the driver, or anything other than the fact that I’m pregnant.

I’m not sure how long they allow me to wallow in self-pity. It’s not until three people are standing before me with stern faces that I finally sit up. I take in the way Brooke, Miranda, and Jace are staring. All three of them have their arms across their chests, faces stern.

“What,” is all I say as I pull the blanket back over my lap.

“First, we need the story, and Jace brought you more of that chicken broth you seem to be able to keep down.”

“Thanks,” I say, glancing up at Jace.

“Welcome, and if you need anything just call me. I’m pretty sure I don’t need the story of how this happened.”

“Pretty sure you don’t unless you need to know where babies come from,” Miranda says.

“I’m out, see ya later, Annabelle.” Just like that, Jace is gone, leaving me with the other two who are dying to know how this happened. Each of them takes their seats around me, and if glares could make you combust, I’d be a ball of fire.

I go back, explaining about college and that night after we left the bar. How Paxton and I had so much built-up energy for each other that we lost our minds. Which by doing so, created a life that neither of us are ready for. Seems tequila and myself are no longer friends.