Page 38 of Skating the Blue Line
“You’re pregnant.” the doctor states and all I can do is stare at her in disbelief.
Pregnant.
I’mpregnant.
I’mpregnant.
What the actual hell? Am I dreaming? Is today even real?
“Um,” I start, stuttering a bit as I try to find my words. “How? How is that possible? We used a condom, an-and I’m on birth control. I thought that the shot was like ninety-nine percent effective.”
I’m trying really hard not to spiral right now, but it’s becoming hard.
No way she’s right. She can’t be.
Sure I want kids, but not right now! And not with a guy I’ve only seen for a total of five days!
“It is ninety-nine percent effective, but only if it’s taken on time and correctly. Even then there is still a chance. A one in one hundred chance.”
And I had to be thatone?
Oh my god.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, trying to get my mind straight.
“I will need to do an ultrasound to confirm, but your urine test is coming back positive,” she tells me, but then her expression changes. “Given your reaction, I’m going to say that this is both a surprise and unplanned.”
My head nods. “Very unplanned,” I whisper to her.
“Okay, then let’s do an ultrasound to confirm and after we can talk about your options.”
She gives me another smile, but I can’t seem to find it in me to give her one back.
The whole time she is getting everything ready for the ultrasound, I feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
I can see and feel everything that is happening around me but it’s as if I’m just someone else seeing it from the outside.
It feels like a dream, like nothing is real.
I don’t know how to feel or to even react. This was definitely not the news that I was expecting today and sure as hell don’t know how to wrap my head around it.
So many damn questions run through my head as Doctor Long places the ultrasound wound on my stomach.
And those questions double when she turns the screen to face me and confirms that I am indeed pregnant.
I am pregnant.
What am I going to do? I’m not ready to be a mom. I had plans. Ihaveplans.
But most importantly, what the hell am I going to tell Liam?
10
LIAM
“Hey,Crawford. Those jerseys you asked for are up in the box office. We put them with your tickets.” Gage, the team's equipment manager, tells me as he walks into the busy locker room.
“Thanks man,” I say, giving him a nod.
