Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I’ve started my classes at ULV, and Kayla has found a part-time job at a cute bistro right down the street from our place. Her parents are covering all her expenses, but Kayla is too much of a social butterfly to sit at home all summer while I’m in class. She’s already met several people there and has attended a few parties.
I make an appointment for this afternoon, hoping the doctor can shed some light on why I’ve been throwing up for the last few days. When I get inside the room, the nurse has me give a urine sample and asks me to explain what’s been going on. Then I change into a gown and wait for the doctor to come in.
“Hello, Lizbeth. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Lee. If you don’t mind me asking, other than throwing up, have you had any other symptoms?” I think about it for a second and conclude that other than throwing up, I haven’t felt all that bad.
“Not really. Nothing else feels wrong except I keep throwing up. I’m thinking food poisoning, but would it go on for days? My friend Kayla said it might be the flu.”
She looks down at her notes and gives me a small smile. I feel like she’s preparing me for something bad. “Lizbeth, your urine test shows high HCG levels. In other words, you’re pregnant, which explains why you’re throwing up every day. Unfortunately, those symptoms can vary depending on the pregnancy. I take it you didn’t know you’re pregnant.”
Every part of me begins to shake, and I suddenly feel like I need to throw up again. I jump off the medical bed, making it to the trashcan, just in time to empty the contents of my lunch into it. Dr. Lee hands me a wet paper towel and I dab my mouth. It doesn’t make any sense.
“Doctor, there has to be a mistake. I started taking the pills over a month ago, and I only had sex a couple of times after I started the pill.”
“How soon after you started taking the pill did you have sex? The pills should be taken with another form of protection for the first seven to ten days to be on the safe side.”
I do the calculations in my head. I started the pills four days before we left for Miami and we had sex a couple of days later. Shit. Shit. Shit. It had been less than a week.
Dr. Lee gives me a sympathetic smile. “Judging by your reaction I’m taking it this was unplanned.”
“Yes, it is. I didn’t realize it hadn’t been a week since I began taking the pills.”
“You know, Liz. Some of the best parts of life are unexpected miracles.” She smiles and continues on. “I’m going to write you a referral to see an obstetrician and they can tell you how the baby is and how far along you are.”
She types up the referral and hands it to me. “There are many options these days. Until you decide how you wish to proceed, make sure you stay hydrated and start on prenatal vitamins. Make an appointment to see the obstetrician as soon as possible.”
I thank her and walk out feeling like I’m in some crazy dream, until another bout of nausea hits, reminding me I’m not in a dream at all. This is my reality. I’m pregnant with a baby from a guy I lost my virginity to, and I wouldn’t know how to get ahold of him if I tried. When I said I would always remember him, I thought it would be from memories, not from a baby growing in my belly.
I get home and Kayla’s in the living room watching some ridiculous reality show while munching on popcorn. She looks up at me and immediately knows something is wrong.
“Hey, sweetie. How did the doctor go? Do you have the flu?”
“Yeah, I have the flu all right and it’ll be over in about eight months.”
Her eyes widen as she soaks in what I’m implying. She grabs my hands and sits me down next to her, closing her arms around me tightly. The tears begin trickling down my cheeks as she hugs me close. We don’t need words to say what we both know. My life is about to change. Apparently for me, what happened in Miami, didn’t stay in Miami.
Six
Liz
Five Years later
He grabs hold of my hips and pulls me onto him, pushing his massive cock deep into my core. I feel so full. I grip his chest with my hands and begin to move up and down as his hands palm my breasts. “C’mon, baby girl. Yeah, that’s it. Come for me.” I’m so close, just a few more thrusts and I’ll…
“Mom… Mommy…Wake up, please. Auntie Kay is making us yummy pancakes.”