Charlotte sat in the doctors office, waiting for the doctor to return. Over the past few weeks she hadn't been feeling well and she had gone to see what was wrong. After a wait that seemed too long, the doctor came back.
"Well, Miss Labouff," the doctor said. "I think I know what's wrong with you."
"You do?" She asked. The doctor nodded and smiled.
"Congratutations, Miss Labouff," he said. "You're pregnant." Charlotte stared at him.
"What?" She gasped.
"You're pregnant," the doctor repeated. Charlotte nodded.
"Alright," she said, getting up. "Thank you." The doctor nodded.
"Will you be tellin' the father now?" The doctor asked. Charlotte shook her head.
"Not yet," she said. "I don't want to worry him." The doctor looked at her and frowned. He hadn't been expecting this answer.
"If you don't mind," he cautioned, "who exactly is the father?" Charlotte glared at him.
"That's none of your concern," she said before leaving.
Break
Charlotte walked down the street, trying to think. She had told everyone about the news except for the person who had gotten her pregnant. She also didn't tell anyone who was the dad.
I can't tell him, she told herself. Not yet. Not until I figure out what we'll do. She stopped walking and leaned against a wall.
"They can't know it's him," she said out loud to herself. "They can never know."
