The dark haired beauty squats in the corner of the bathroom as far away from the little stick as possible. This can't be happening. This can't be true. She promises god, she would go to church again. She'd pray every night before going to sleep. If he'd just let it be wrong.
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Two days later she walks down the hallway in trance. Her head is empty. She can't think.
The doctor said the test was right. She was pregnant.
What would her boyfriend say? Hadn't he said in an interview, he didn't want kids till he was at least 40? Would he leave her? Leave her alone raising their child all alone?
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"You okay Nessa?" Ashley asks worriedly. Vanessa has been acting really strange the last two hours.
"Yes. No. Oh, Ashley. What am I gonna do?" And with that Vanessa breaks out into tears. Ashley opens her arms and pulls her into a tight hug.
"What's wrong?" She asks anxiously. Vanessa doesn't cry often and if she does something bad has happened.
"Zac... I… Well… I… am pregnant" Nessa wheezes and a heart-wrenching sob fills the air. It takes a moment till Ashley gets what her best friend just said. And another to think of what she could say to calm her down.
"You want me to call Zac?" She asks, hoping Vanessa would say yes and let her call someone who's better at comforting than she is.
"What?! No, no. I'm fine. Really." The girl whispers and wipes her face. But just as she does, another stream of tears flows down her face.
Ashley has no idea what to say. She just sits there holding the crying Vanessa. After a while Vanessa calms down a little, too exhausted to keep crying. She sucks in a deep breath and lets it back out as a sigh.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" She whispers into the silent room.
"I don't know, Nessa. But whatever you decide to do, whatever happens, I'm here for you" Ashley says and kisses her best friend's forehead.
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She never really thought about having a baby. Sure, she was asked about it in interviews, but that's not the same. In interviews you say what people want you to say most of the time.
But now the thought was running through his head over and over. Would she be a good mother? Would it be very hard? How would she manage her career and the child?