I'm ona roll! It 2:17 in the morning, I'm dead tired but I gotta, I repeat gotta write this chapter down. Hope you are enjoying.
Mamma Mia!-The Beginning
Chapter 4
Donna couldn't believe what she was hearing from the doctor. Did he just say she was pregnant?
"I'm sorry doctor, will you please repeat that?" Donna asked.
"Yes, I um, said that you are pregnant," the doctor told Donna. Donna looked up at the ceiling. Why oh why? she asked herself. Donna was scared. Scared out of her mind. She just couldn't believe this.
"Thank you doctor," Donna said. She hopped of the table and went to the door. The doctor stopped her and handed her the pre-natal care she'd need. Donna thanked the doctor again and quickly went to pay. Once that was done, she ran to the payphone nearby the doctor's office. She put in a quarter and dialed Tanya's cell phone number.
"Hello?" It was Tanya. Donna began to sob.
"Oh Tanya! I'm in terrible shape. Can we meet somewhere? I need to talk to you. And bring Rosie please!" Donna whimpered. Tanya agreed to meet Donna at her place with Rosie in twenty minutes and they hung up. What was she supposed to do now? Tanya and Rosie wouldn't be anywhere for another twenty minutes and New York city is a bad place to get hung up...especially when you're decided to just sit at the bus stop and wait for the bus to come and take her to Tanya's place. Once she was seated on the bench she started to think, staring off at nothing, just thinking. She was thinking so hard she almost missed the bus. But she caught it just in time. Once on the bus Donna payed the fare and sat down. She was so small in this world. And now she had to bring another being into the world? Donna sighed and placed a hand on her for-now flat stomach.
"Donna how could you be?" Tanya asked, her eyes wide. Rosie was speechless. Donna shook her head. She opted out of telling them that the baby had three possible fathers. She just said what came to mind.
"Um, well you know Sam. We were just in love. You get it. But yeah. He's the father," Donna lied. She took a deep breath. Rosie sighed and took Donna's hand.
"Chiquitita, we're always here for you. Whenever, where ever you need us," she said. Donna smiled and hugged Rosie then Tanya. She was so confused. Everything had happened to fast. Then she remembered her mom and dad.
"I think I should go home," Donna told the Dynamos. Tanya and Rosie exchanged disgusted looks but they agreed. Donna's mother wasn't exactly the friendly type. But Donna needed her now.
"Tanya give me your cell phone please," Donna mumbled. Tanya pulled the beat-up flip phone out of her pocket. She handed it to Donna. Donna sighed and began to dial her home phone number. She anxiously waited as it rang.
"Hello Sheridan residence," a voice on the other end said. Donna knew it was her mother.
"Hi mom, it's me Donna," Donna replied. Her voice was no more than a whisper.
"Hi Donna sweetie! Why are you whispering? And WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED?" her mother had already launched into a not-needed questionnaire. Donna drew a sharp intake of breath which cut her mother off.
"Donna, what's wrong?" her mother asked turning from angry to worried. Donna then began to cry.
"Mom, I want to come home. I-I-I..." Donna trailed off. She heard her mother waiting impatiently on the other end.
"I'm pregnant mom," Donna said finally. Mrs. Sheridan made a disapproving noise at her daughter.
"You go to New York. And Kalokari, and end up in that state?" her mother shouted. Donna sobbed harder. That was it for Tanya. She snatched the phone out of Donna's hand and yelled, "Yup! She did ya old bag! And now me and Rosie are takin' care of her. Ya got that?" Then she hung up. Rosie was comforting Donna.
"Chiquitita, I have never seen such sorrow," sang Rosie. Donna couldn't help but smile a little through her tears.
"You guys will really help me?" Donna asked sniffling.
"La-duh Chiquitita!" Rosie and Tanya exclaimed in unison. Donna laughed and hugged Rosie harder. What would she do without them?
Dear Diary,
Now I know why I threw up. And I'm scared of it. I don't want to do this! I don't. And anyway...whose the father?
