Another week passed, but my nausea did not. Everyone went about their days, same as always. Well... Almost. Regina ended up marrying Angelo-trouble in the Regina/Patrick paradise, it seems. Daphne is always at work. Mom and dad are fighting.
I was still avoiding him.
I was also hiding the fact that I was throwing up every few hours. The longer this went on, the more I suspected the reason. But I couldn't be. I couldn't. We had used protection, and... and he cheated. Surely, my body wouldn't go so far as to grow his child when he had torn my heart out.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I could handle this, too.
Stop getting ahead of yourself. Take a deep breath. Just think.
I looked up how to sign it. 'Will you go with me to get a pregnancy test?' I knew it by heart. But on the way to the guest house, I forgot half of it. Going to Daphne's room, I forgot the rest. By the time I had gotten to her room, I only remembered one sign.
She laid on her bed, facing the door as always. She looked up and shut the laptop, her face curious and concerned.
Daphne had liked him before. She was his friend. She still talked to him. Maybe I shouldn't ask her. What if she tells him? It wouldn't be that far fetched. She told him I was back, didn't she? He hasn't stopped texting me. Daphne will occasionally approach the subject, saying something like, "Emmett asked how you were today." I would leave the room. I didn't like hearing that name. When faced with him, I can pretend to be civil. But otherwise...
'What's up?' she signed.
Right. You're here for a reason. Come on. You can sign it. You practiced. 'Will you go with me to get a pregnancy test.' Just do it. You can do it. I know you can.
My hands slowly raised, and I seemed to step from my body, watching myself as I signed, 'Pregnant.' Not the entire question. Just that one word.
Daphne's eyes widened. Clearly, out of everything she had expected, that wasn't it. She got up from the bed, pulling me further into the room and shutting the door. 'What?'
'I think I'm pregnant.'
'What do you mean? I thought you were-'
'Emmett.' I had to force myself to sign the name. I didn't want to, but I had to. I took a moment to regroup and started over. 'Before he... slept with Simone.' Another deep breath. 'Will you go with me to get a pregnancy test?'
I mentally pat myself on the back. There. That wasn't so hard, was it?
Yes. It was. It was the hardest thing I had done in my life... so far.
Daphne nodded. 'Yes. Yes, of course.'
'You can't tell him. You know that, right?'
The conflict showed in her eyes. Be faithful to her best friend, or her 'sister' that he cheated on?
After what seemed to an eternity, she nodded. 'Alright. Our secret.'
'Thank you.'
'But, Bay... if you are... you have to tell him.'
'Well... hopefully I'm not.'
Daphne nodded, and after an awkward silence, I quickly left the room.
"Bay!" Daphne was once again pounding on my door. "Come on! You can't hide forever!"
I had gone to her, and asked her. But after a few days, she was more anxious to get it done than I was. I didn't want to go to the store. I didn't want to get the test. I didn't want to be pregnant.
"I got it for you!"
Oh... well, there goes hiding. I got off my bed and slowly opened the door. She shoved a paper bag into my hands. "Go. Do it."
I had nothing else to argue with. She had quickly swept everything aside when she had bought it for me. I sighed and went into the bathroom, following the instructions closely. I carefully set the little white stick onto the counter and opened the door. Daphne sat on my bed.
'Well?'
'Have to wait a few minutes.'
Daphne nodded slightly. I hadn't ever met someone as understanding and patient as she was. I suppose that's the reason I picked her to begin with. If I had picked anyone from my family, they would have freaked out. I could just imagine the disappointment on their faces. Especially from both of my mothers.
And what about him? If that little stick says there's a kid inside of me... I'd have to tell him eventually, wouldn't I? And if I didn't, Daphne certainly would.
I glanced at the time and slowly went back into the bathroom. I stared at the stick, comparing it again and again to the instructions. Two lines. There were two lines. Two little pink lines.
I threw the stick and any other evidence away, going back to my room.
Daphne looked up expectantly. She looked almost as nervous as I felt.
'I'm pregnant,' I signed.
Once again, I apologize for any OOC-ness. Tell me what you think!
