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CHAPTER TWELVE

Mandy

One month later …

“Did you get the results?” I asked, sitting up on the exam table. I was at the Student Health Center. It’s been a month since being with Rob in the cabin, and I haven’t seen him since. Instead, I made my way back to campus for summer school, and felt sick the entire time. At first I thought it was a broken heart or some other pathetic crap, but after a month of queasiness and nausea, I dragged myself to the medical center for a check-up.

And in response to my question, the nurse shut door behind her, expression serious. Uh oh, that didn’t bode well.

“We did, Amanda,” the woman intoned. Handing me a piece of paper, she put it baldly. “You’re pregnant.”

My heart began thumping, a massive pounding filling my head. Pregnant? Really? Sure, I’d had unprotected sex with Rob, but it had only been for a weekend. Not even two days, really only a day and a half before my parents barreled in, interrupting us in the middle of anal sex, of all things. So could it be true?

But the piece of paper in my hand was absolutely, verifiably certain. PREGNANT, it read in big bold letters, my name at the top.

And I looked up at the nurse then.

“I’m sorry?” I asked dumbly. “Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said,” I apologized. Because she’d been droning on and on, and I’d tuned her out instinctively, just trying to absorb the test results, staring blankly at the piece of paper.

“Like I said,” she said briskly. “There’s Planned Parenthood, there are a number of places you can go for more counseling, more tests, to get pre-natal vitamins, to learn how to care for a child. There are many options,” she said delicately.

But I knew what the woman was getting at and it made my bowels churn, a huge rush of nausea making me jump up.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I stammered. “I have to go,” I mumbled, grabbing my backpack. Evidently, stunned shock is pretty common reaction around the medical center, and the woman merely pressed a couple brochures into my hand as I darted from the room.

“Come back anytime,” she said reassuringly. “But the clock’s ticking, Amanda. The clock’s ticking.”

I flew from the building in my haste, curls streaming behind me, curves jouncing up and down. Holy shit, holy shit. Out of breath, I paused for a moment, leaning over, hands on my knees, trying to breathe. And once outside, the fresh air made a difference. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but oxygen rushed into my lungs then, the sun shining brightly overhead, optimistic and cheerful, the smell of lemons in the air. I took another deep breath, desperately trying to get a hold of myself.

Because I had to tell Robert. I had to tell him that I was pregnant with his child, that our weekend of illicit sex had come to this. I had to tell him that despite our sort-of “talk,” that the words were too late even then. The alpha had been right. I was a fertile teenager, and just a few blasts of semen into my pussy were enough to set the whole thing in motion, everything happening like clockwork. I was pregnant now, I was going to be a mother.

And the thought made me queasy on the one hand, because I could tell what the nurse was hinting at when she spoke of “options.” I could tell that she didn’t want to push me one way or another, that would be unprofessional, but at the same time, she felt that I had a clear path. I was an eighteen year-old girl after all, one who didn’t have a degree, no husband, no job, no nothing. I was gonna end up barefoot and pregnant, a welfare case if I wasn’t careful.

But I can’t. I don’t care what “options” there are, this child was conceived in passion, and even if Rob didn’t feel it for me, I loved him and would treasure our time together, always. I was keeping the baby, one that I hoped would have his father’s black hair and blue eyes, the same dimple in his left cheek, and the sense of humor that drove me crazy. Echoes of Rob’s voice rang in my head as I trembled, reaching for my phone. What was the big man going to say? A lump formed in my throat, hot tears already filling my eyes.

The phone rang once, twice, and then Mr. Parker picked up.

“Hello,” he growled, surly and obstinate.

I gaped for a moment, unsure what to say. We’d left the cabin on agreeable terms, there hadn’t been much to say between Linda’s prattling and my Dad’s amused comments. So we’d pretended like everything was normal, eating dinner, sitting around the campfire, always in the presence of my parents. I’d gone with it, smiling until my face cracked, acting like a normal teenager because what choice did I have? There was no way we could let Ray and Linda in on the secret.

Except that I did expect more. Once the vacation was over, I thought Rob would call. Maybe it’d be in the dark of night, after he got off a midnight shift, tired and cranky. But instead, all was quiet. Less than quiet, there was rock solid silence, so loud that my ears thundered. And I’d cried for a couple days, after the realization hit me. Rob didn’t love me. Like he’d warned, it was nothing but the physical, and now that that was done, we were over. Kaput. Nada.

So I picked myself up and went back to school, trying to mend my life, to put the pieces back without too much suffering. But things didn’t get better, there was that head cold, the nausea, the general feeling of despondency, and now this. Now I was pregnant, and it was everything and anything I’d been feeling rolled up into one, a mess of scrambled eggs. The only thing for sure was that I was going to be a mother.

So I pressed the phone tightly to my ear and mumbled, “Hi Mr. Parker, it’s me, Mandy.”

There was silence for a moment and then Rob’s voice came back on.

“Hey Amanda,” he drawled. “Good to hear from you. What’s up?”

I cursed myself. How could he sound so careless, so worry-free after all that had happened? I’d given myself to him, letting him take my pussy and ass cherries, squealing and shivering, offering my body up on a platter. And he’d taken, oh god, he’d taken. So how could he sound so normal now?

But I wanted to get it over with asap, before I lost my nerve. So I cleared my throat hastily and spoke quickly into the receiver.

“I’m pregnant Mr. Parker. I went to the doctor today and they told me that I’m having a baby in about nine months. It’s yours,” I clarified, red flushing my chest. Oh god, of course it was his, but I wanted him to know, to be absolutely sure. “It’s yours, you know, from our weekend together.”

There was utter silence from the other side and as I waited, tears began pouring from my cheeks, rolling down in hot trails and dripping off my chin. I bit my lip, trying to hide behind a flowering bush, to shield myself from random passerby. What was he going to say? Oh god, I couldn’t stand it if he laughed, if he denied that the child was his … or even worse, if he told me to get rid of it. My throat literally closed at that thought, painful, tight, chest constricted as I fought for air.

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