Rejected

• THIRTY •

"Doctors offices always make me nervous." I admitted.

Patrick took my hand, "everything will be fine."

"Will it?" I asked nervously, "we haven't even talked about it Patrick, but what if I am pregnant?"

"Then we'll have a baby." He replied nonchalantly.

"You think it's just that simple?"

He shrugged, "seems simple enough."

I shook my head, "both of us are in school, neither of us work (since the movies fired me for missing too many days), are we going to raise our kid in the frat house or the pack house because news flash we still don't know if and when this person who's fucking with me will be caught."

I felt slightly bad for my mini breakdown, but shit was happening way too fast.

He sighed, "look I have a place that my dad gave to me on my visit this summer."

"Must be nice to just have your dad give you a house." I replied still in a slightly bitchy mood.

"It was the house he purchased when he divorced my mom, so you can see why I'm not one hundred percent thrilled to check the place out." He filled me in. "But if we needed a house, Im glad to know it's there...As for money my mom set up an account for me after the divorce...as much as she needed it, she didn't want the help of any money my dad sent and as he continued to send it she put it in the bank account, there's 14 years of child support, birthday, and Christmas money...we'd be alright financially until I could find a job to support us and trust me, my mother would definitely help with the baby."

I was getting a little emotional, it wasn't until his last statement that I suddenly realized, if I am pregnant...I wouldn't have my mom here to experience it with me, or help me if I needed help.

"It'll be okay." He tried to assure, mistaking my sudden sadness.

"Ms. Van Buren."

Patrick and I stood upon hearing my last name, the nurse smiled at us, "if you'll follow me."

She talked to us while she went through the checking of my height, weight, and blood pressure.

"You two will be in room number two if you'd like to have a seat Mr Westbrook, Ms Van Buren if you could please supply us with a urine sample?" She asked as she held out a cup, I nodded and she smiled once again, "perfect, the restrooms are right behind you, just leave your sample in the metal slot once you've finished."

I went into the restroom and looked around before sitting on the toilet, I didn't have the urge to use the restroom so I looked at the cup and noticed my name was misspelled on the label, I was finally able to produce the required sample, I followed the nurses instructions before washing my hands and leaving the restroom.

I found the exam room and Patrick stood up as I walked in.

"You okay?" He asked.

I smiled, "just had to pee in a cup, I'm good."

He kissed me, I had to admit, it did make me feel a little better.

Soon enough the doctor entered the room, she was a tall thin woman with graying hair. "Good afternoon Ms Van Buren...and Mr Westbrook its good to see you as well, how is your mother?"

Patrick's ears pinked just a little, "she's fine Mrs Limmons, uh Dr Limmons."

She brushed his words off, "Patrick's mother and I have been best friends since grade school." She filled me in. "And what brings you by today."