Disclaimer: I don't own any "Scrubs" character. I only own Keriam.
A/N Please let me know, hence forth, if any character is out of character! It's really hard writing from Cox's POV. But, I did it :D
My Baby Girl
"My Phone Call"
One night.
One, goddamned night.
One, drunken, godforsaken night.
That's all it did to turn my life inside-out.
She called me on the phone, the goddamned phone. Couldn't even face me in person. Coward. I thought to myself. But. . . then again, I am pretty intimidating. (Ahh, who am I kidding. I'm scarrier than the boogy man, to a small child. Ha.
Right. She called me on the phone, like I said, the goddamned phone. Can you keep up with me? Am I losing you? Good. Stay in check. She called, me. I remember how her voice sounded. Distressed. She sounded worse than any intern I'd ever scared the living daylights out of.
"Perry," her voice sounded shaky. Not unusual, for anyone who's had any kind of contact with me. . . not just sexual.
"Talk fast, my ears are starting to bleed," I kept my insult short. I didn't want extend the phonecall, for any amount of time longer than it had to be.
"Fine Jack Ass, I'm pregnant," and in such a cowardly way, as I mentioned before, she hung up the phone. I have to say, at first, I was in shock. Pregnant. I ran that word through my head about a million times. She's Pregnant? I asked myself.
It was one night.
I couldn't believe what I had heard. I laughed, and then pinched myself a few times. I had sex with a girl I met at a bar, to get over the fact my wife-Or should I say, Soon-To-Be-Ex wife-was now leaving me. Hmmph. What a fun night that was.
Now, me being the oh-so-smart doctor, I decided to call her back.
"Keriam," I said, not giving her a chance to greet me.
"Keri. Just. . . Keri," I rolled my eyes, her smug voice made me want to crush the phone in my hands. I sat back on my couch, and poured myself a scotch. Thank the lord I was home, looking back, I'm pretty sure I would've felt bad for the closest intern. Lord knows they would've been crying for mommy, who would be crying for their mommy by the time I was finished them. . . But, that's beside the point.
"Fine, skip all forms of formalities," I started to say.
"Lord knows, we did," she said. Not sure if she was being self-righteous, or humurous. I didn't really care.
"Great. Just great, now. Are you telling the one-hundred-percent Gods honest truth, when you say you're. . . Pregnant?" I could barely say the word. She had to have been lying.
"Yep. I took four tests, and had it confirmed today by my doctor," she sounded rather giddy.
Giddy? How could she be giddy at a time like this? She's unmarried-thank god-way too young, and incapable of raising a child, let alone a child with my genes. And she's giddy? Oh. My. God.
"Oh, great," I said. The dismay, apparent in my voice.
"Now, before you even ask, or even think about asking, I'm not getting rid of it. Not even if you paid me a million, trillion dollars," and there's that child-like innocence, I so dearly despise about her.
"Good, lord." It was all I could manage to muster.
"Perry, listen, how about I come over?" She was trying to be a combination of both comforting, and assertive. I couldn't take it.
"No, how about you hang up, and leave me alone for a few hours. I'll call you back later. Don't, and I mean this, don't call me," I angrily hung up the phone.
In all fairness to me, that woman could drive a person to drink. Which, coincidentally, she did. I sat back and poured myself 3 fingers worth of scotch. My head pounded. The word "Pregnant" beating at my temples. What in the hell was I going to do?