It had been a rough week. Emily had been sick every morning and the rests of the days weren't any better. Headaches and short breath whenever she tried to work out. So here she was, on a Thursday morning, waiting for the results of her blood test. She hadn't informed anyone about this trip to the medical center. The days when she was competing and had to tell everything to her coaches were over and she was grateful to be able to do this in private.
What am I gonna do? Emily was thinking over and over while sitting on the plastic chair of the waiting room. Sure, she didn't know the results of the test yet, but in her heart she knew what she was going to read on it. She had not had her time of the month before, when competing, because of the stressful extreme practice and the low amount of body fat , but it hadn't happened once in the previous couple of years. And the symptoms couldn't be mistaken; most of her friends had had babies and she had heard all about their morning sickness. Emily's head felt like a balloon; she wasn't able to formulate a coherent thought and she felt dazed. Since she was little she had always planned everything in advance in her life; she dealt well with plans and schedules, but she got nervous when something happened unexpectedly.
Now here she was, convinced that she was pregnant with Damon's child. They had probably created a new life. What's more beautiful than that? Her mind couldn't help but wander to images of children playing, of Damon as a dad cuddling a baby and of memories from her childhood and all the love that surrounded her while she was growing up. But are we ready for this? Am I ready for this? She and Damon had been together for a little over three years, which was a lot of time, but it suddenly felt too little. Apparently it was enough to make a baby.
Emily had a pretty good idea about when the conception was made. She had just arrived at their house in New York after the commentary work she did for the World championship in Gymnastics that took place in Russia . As soon as she set foot in the house with her big suitcase, Damon had picked her up and they got completely carried away by their passion as only two people that missed each other immensely could do. Protection and whatever form of restrain were thrown out of the window that night. She should be angry at her or Damon for that, but she couldn't, because she didn't regret one second of that night. Damon had told her how much he loved her and how beautiful she was a hundred times and she thought that her heart wouldn't have survived that night. It had been a perfect and the presumable child in her womb was the gift to remember that beautiful moment. That thought brought a smile to her mouth. She decided that, whatever the result was, she wasn't going to be upset about it and that she would embrace whatever was going to happen. It wasn't planned, but it wasn't necessarily a bad time either. She had finished her undergrad degree in sport management and commentary and had started commentating for gymnastics and other events and took part in a few floor choreography jobs with Payson who was now a coach. She and Damon lived mostly between New York , Los Angeles and Boulder with a few trips wherever their commitments brought them.
"Miss Kmetko?"A nurse called, interrupting Emily's thoughts.
"Yeah, it's me." Emily answered standing up and moving towards the nurse.