Page 710 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I guess there’s only one thing left to ask. Machelle Miller, will you be my girlfriend?”
“I will, Zack…” my words trail off.
“Morris. Zack Morris.” His cheeks turn pink. “Like the old TV show from the 90s.”
Having a parent who loved 90s sitcoms, I know exactly what show he’s talking about.
I snort. “Your parent named you after the guy fromSaved by the Bell?”
He flicks my arm. “You named your son after a celebrity.”
“Fair enough. I guess that makes us two peas in a pod.”
At the thought of a peapod, my eyes widen. When I first found out I was pregnant with Wentworth, one of the baby books said he was the size of a peapod. The visual stuck, but right now it’s reminding me of my other problem.
I say, “Shit.”
“What?”
“God, I don’t even know how to say this. My period is late, and we had the whole broken condom thing the last time we were together.”
His eyes widen. “Shit. What do we need to do?”
“One of the girls got me a test. I guess I should take it and see.”
“Okay. Where is it?”
“In my bag.”
He hops from the bed, padding out of the room. A moment later, he comes back, handing me my bag. I pull out the test and open the box. It’s your run-of-the-mill test. Pee on a stick and two minutes later you either seepregnantornot pregnant.
“I’ll be right back.”
This is the second time in my life that I’ve had to take one of these tests. After finishing, I set it on the counter and wash my hands. Zack is waiting for me in the bedroom and watches as I set a timer on my phone for two minutes.
“I feel sick. What if it’s positive?”
He pulls me into his arms. “Let’s talk through this. What is the best outcome you can imagine?”
“That it’s negative. I don’t want another baby right now. Wentworth is so young, and it just seems like it would be too much to handle right now.”
“That’s fair enough. If it’s positive, what are our options?”
“Abortion. Adoption. Or having the baby.”
He kisses my shoulder. “Machelle, I will support you in whatever you want to do if that test is positive.”
“You don’t have any feelings either way?”
He says, “I want a ton of kids one day, but there’s still a lot I want to do in life before that happens. Little Man is cool, but the thought of having two of him right now scares the shit out of me.”
“And if decide to get an abortion?” At his look, I say, “I just don’t know if I could live knowing a child that I had was out there somewhere, so adoption isn’t something I’d be comfortable with.”
“If you decide to get an abortion, then I will be right there with you for the procedure. This is your choice, Machelle, and no matter what you choose, I will love and support you.”
“Love?”
He nods. “Yeah, love.”
