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I taped my foot impatiently against the carpeted floor in doctor's office. The pregnant women glanced at me with irritated looks, but even though they scared me, I couldn't stop it. As I came in and they could see that it wasn't my mom pregnant, but me the young girl, I got weird glances. It especially came from the elderly woman sitting across to me; she furrowed her eyebrows and fluffed up her giant ball of white hair.
"Alexia, stop it," Mom hissed at me from the side of her magazine.
I glanced at her, but didn't stop my foot taping. Like I said, I can't.
"Alexia Grey," A nurse looked up from her clipboard.
I frowned at her as she pronounced my name wrong. It's like how you say Alex, just ending a little differently. I stood up, none the less, and followed her with my mom behind me. She led us into a pale yellow room with pictures of baby's in different states in the womb.
"If you could take a lay down," She gestured at the table I was already headed to.
"Now, how long do you think you've been pregnant for," she asked, but she asked it like I wouldn't know it anyways.
I did figure this one out, "Twelve weeks."
"Alright," she said and lifted up my shirt.
She rubbed her hand around on my stomach and nodded to herself. She squirted some blue stuff onto my stomach. I flinched at the freezing temperature, but I got used to it after a while. She brought the machine to life behind her and pressed the wand type thing to my lower abdomen.
After she swirled it in the electric blue gel, a whooshing sound filled the room. It came thundering out and confused me, which was my baby's heartbeat. Images filled the small screen next to me as I watched it. A small silhouette was surrounded in a dark circle. You could perfectly see all of the limbs. The tiny hands clenched around the head and the legs bent in front, it all felt more real.
The ultrasound technician pointed out everything, but I could already tell everything about it. I already loved it. She printed out a picture and gave it to me before leading us into another room to discuss some things with an actual doctor.
I met my doctor, Doctor Jamin. He looked to be only about in his twenties, with scruffy brown hair. He went through different things with me and looked me over once again to make sure I was healthy and the baby was. Everything was going good until Mom had to say something.
"So, what if we wanted to have an abortion," Mom questioned the doctor?
"No, I don't want to have an abortion," the ultrasound proved that all the more.
"It's a big responsibility, Alexia, I don't think you understand that," She sighed.
"I know what I'm doing."
"Who's going to take care of it while you finish school? Your father and I certainly can't, we have to work," She shook her head at me.
"I'm not going to kill a human being," I muttered, remembering the thundering sound of the baby's heartbeat.
"It's a fetus."
"It has a heartbeat, Mom," I growled, "If we found something with a heartbeat on another planet, we would be shouting that there's more life."
Her eyes gave me her signature glare, but I've had enough of her bulling me around. I've decided to not let her get to me anymore.
-O-o-O-o-O-
The ride in the car with Mom was silent. An awkward air hung around the both of us as we traveled to the Blume Resident.
We were greeted at the door by a slender man with brown hair and blue eyes as Logan. I assumed he was the father and my assumptions were correct. He wasn't sure why we were here and was wary, making me all the more uneasy because my mom and I were going to have to break the news to him because Logan didn't.
Logan came down, after his Dad called him down, with his mom. Her black hair, like Logan's, twisted in lose curls around her face and her amber eyes glowed against her pale skin.
"Please call me William," he nodded at my mom and shook her head, completely ignoring me.
"I'm Heather," the woman nodded at Mom and me.
"I'm Scarlett and this is my daughter, Alexia," Mom introduced herself and me.
"Please, sit down," Mr. Blume gestured to the loveseat, "What brings you here?"
"Well," Mom started sitting down and I followed suit, "Alexia is pregnant."
Mr. Blume scratched his head and looked at his wife next to him on the stark white couch, "I sorry, I don't quite get what you're trying to tell us."
"Your son, William, got my daughter pregnant," Mom sighed, settling back in the couch and kept her posture perfectly straight.
"Is this true, Logan," Mr. Blume questioned Logan from the chair on the side?
Logan sighed and nodded, "Yes, Dad."
"Oh my, Logan! How could you do this," Mrs. Blume raised her hand to her mouth in shock that he could do such a thing, their perfect poster child.
"Logan," All Mr. Blume said and shook his head in his head.
"How far along are you," Mrs. Blume asked me?
"Twelve weeks," I mumbled the tension in the getting unbearable.
"So, you can have an abortion," Mrs. Blume asked relived, "It's a big responsibility. Two teenagers cannot raise a child on their own."
"That's what we wanted to discuss with you, Heather. Alexia refuses to get an abortion and I know you two would not that on your reputation. Since I will have to live with the embarrassment, I think it is only right for you to give us some funds," Mom went into business mode.
I knew she was going to do this; the next best thing next to a great reputation is money. We are certainly well off with Mom high up in the business she works in and Dad is a doctor, we have plenty of money, but Mom doesn't see it that way.
"Of course, of course, Scarlett! We will pay, but you're certain? You won't tell anyone and we can act like none of this happened," Mrs. Blume looked hopeful.
"Yes, with a fee," Mom muttered, nodding her head.
"How much are you talking about," Mr. Blume asked, handing mom a pile of Sticky Notes?
Mom scralled something on the notes and handed them back to Mr. Blume.
"Fair enough, so we won't have any association with the child? You won't tell it whose father it is," Mr. Blume looked between my mom and me, realizing that I could just as easily say something, but chances are, nobody would believe me. They would probably put it off saying that I want attention.
"Yes, no contact. Just pay us and nobody will ever have to know," Mom nodded her head, looking like she just hit the jackpot.
"Thank you so much! Logan, you are lucky Scarlett is being so gracious," Mrs. Blume exclaimed!
I didn't notice Logan much as he leaned back in his chair. He looked so frightened, like a child. I knew that look, I knew how he felt. It was like when I knew that I wasn't going to have and abortion and realizing that you could love something without it actually being able to really see it.
I got up silently and pulled out the ultrasound pictures and handed them to him.
His face looked astounded, like he could believe his eyes. His eyes glazed over as he looked the strip of photos over and sometimes his eyes would stray and look at my stomach. He couldn't believe that a baby was inside me, that his baby was inside me. I was carrying it and I couldn't believe it, even with the amount of straining on my jeans reminded me. All it took was one time and a miracle happened.
I already loved my baby more than my own life. It scared me. It all scared me. I was going to be responsible for another life. There would be no more worrying about me, I would also have to think about my baby.
Getting pregnant made me realize that it was my mom who was missing out. I would have the bond with my child that I never had with my mom.
"I-I want to I want to be a part of the baby's life, my baby's life," Logan muttered, never looking up from the photos.
"Logan, you will ruin my job," Mrs. Blume muttered.
She's a family counselor, how ironic, and her family is one of most messed up.
"You can't do that to us, Logan,"Mr. Blume shook his head at him.
"It's my kid, Dad. I will do whatever the hell I want," Logan hissed.
"Not under my roof," Mr. Blume growled.
"Fine, kick me out. I have enough money saved to rent an apartment. I'm not going to live the same miserable life as you Dad," Logan stood up from the black leather chair.
"Logan, sweetie, you don't know what you're doing," Mrs. Blume stood up and laid a hand on his arm.
"I know exactly what I'm doing," he shook off her hand and stormed up stairs.
"We will be in contact, but if Logan decides to have association with the child, we won't be paying," Mr. Blume said and left the room without a goodbye.
Mom and Mrs. Blume exchanged phone numbers and showed us out of the door.
"You better hope that Logan comes to his senses," Mom murmured, driving us home.
I smiled, I do hope he comes to his senses. I hope that my child would get a chance to have a relationship with the person that their half of, but I don't think that's what Mom considered coming to his senses.
-O-o-O-o-O-
Everyone was even more rambunctious and hollered in the halls. More people were getting rides with each other, having parties after school. Due to being Nathan's sister, I got invited to these parties, but I didn't want to go, I never did.
My stomach grew even more so, and I took to wearing a baggy shirt, but I think even then people got suspicious. Being fourteen weeks, my stomach is starting to protrude to being visible through my shirt.
Sadie and I decided to wait out the crazy bustle of people driving out of school; usually there is a crash because people are trying to get as far away from the school as possible. It being winter break, it's the longest break except for summer break.
"Look at those morons," Sadie clicked as we sat up against the side of the building and watched the aggressive drivers.
"There so stupid," I muttered, watching as someone got way to close trying to squeeze in and there was a fender bender.
Both of the guys got out of the car and yelled at each other.
"Look at that moron. He's going to get killed on a motorcycle here," Sadie sighed, pointing out as a sleek black motorcycle flew between cars.
Something was familiar about the rider, something about the postureā¦
The man on the motorcycle flew up by the curb Sadie and I sat behind. He got off her took off his matching black helmet.
My heart crashed into my stomach and flew up to my head, blood rushed too quickly. I hoped up and almost killed myself as I flung myself at his warm body.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his body.
I looked up at his shining grey eyes and couldn't help the goofy grin that spread across my face. I never knew I could be so happy from seeing someone.
"Hi," I laughed and leaned up to kiss his lips.
He laughed with me and pressed a more firm kiss on my lips. One thing led to another and I found myself leaning against him as he pressed into the motorcycle behind him.
His hand fell from my neck and drifted down to certain parts that didn't need to be groped in public, especially at a school, but you didn't see me stopping me. He used his new position to lift me up off the ground and was able to kiss me better.
"Excuse me, Ms. Grey," some voice called behind me.
I pushed Paul away and stood back. Turning around I straightened my clothes and science teacher, Mr. Tate.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Tate," I muttered, my already heated face flushed all the way down my neck.
He cleared his throat, "If you would like to do such activities, I would like to advise you to do it off of school campus."
"Yes, Mr. Tate," I mumbled, my shoes turning into something very interesting.
He spun around and went back inside the building, clearly just as embarrassed as I was.
I turned around to see Paul trying not to laugh as he bit on his lips. I frowned at him, he wasn't embarrassed.
"Hey," he raised his hands up in defense, "you came onto me."
I laughed, "That's what they all say and you were the one doing inappropriate stuff."
"That's also your fault," I raised an eyebrow, "I can't help you have a great ass."
"Paul," I cried and thumped my fist on his chest!
"I wasn't enjoying the PDA either," Sadie sat against the wall in the same spot with a disgust scrawled all over her face.
"You're just jealous you can't do that with, who was it," Paul looked at me, "Oh, yeah! Danny!"
"Whatever," Sadie mumbled, "I have to get home and feed the cat or I won't be able to do anything the whole break. I can leave you in the care of Paul if you would like?"
"Really, I can have you all to myself," Paul looked like a kid in a candy shop?
"You sure can big boy! Just don't let her mom catch you, she thinks she's hanging out with me," Sadie said.
I felt like I wasn't standing here. All of the plans that were being made revolved around me and I had no say.
"Got it," Paul clapped and glanced at me with an evil smirk.
"Alright love birds, catch you later," Sadie slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed off into the hazard of a parking lot.
It was then that I noticed people staring and pointing at me, especially girls. Their faces were green with envy as they glared at me.
My smile got as wide as it could get and Paul put his arm around my waist.
"I take it you've never rode before," Paul asked and looked over his shoulder at the bike?
I shook my head no.
"Great, this will be more fun for me," he smoothed his hands together in a very evil villain type way.
He helped me onto the motorcycle and placed my backpack on my back. I smirked and winked at the girls staring as Paul placed the helmet on my head.
"Maybe you are having just as much fun as me," he laughed and looked at the girls.
I almost fell off the bike out of shock and laughter as he winked at the girls and their eyes widened. More drool fell from their lips more than it rains in Washington.
"Ready," he asked, revving the bike.
"Ready," I muttered, gripping onto his leather jacket tighter and hugged myself closer.
I instinctively scooted myself closer to his back as the motorcycle flew out of the parking lot.
It felt close to being on a rollercoaster except for the dropping feeling, it was just pure adrenaline rushing through my body. I held back squeals as he weaved in and out of traffic, never coming close to hitting another car.
We stopped at the capital and went and sat on the rocks that overlooked the Puget Sound and the man-made lake in front of the capital.
I shivered once I climbed off of the bike and he handed me a pullover sweatshirt under his leather jacket.
I slipped it on instantly noticing the warmth and the smell. He slid my hand into his and we sat down on the boulders surrounding a path that winded down to go into downtown.
"So, you went to the doctor's and got an ultrasound," he asked, but I already told him.
I pulled out a picture I stuck in my pack pocket and handed it to him.
He stared at it in wonder for a few seconds. He looked at the picture and memorized it just like it was his own child he was looking at.
"It's amazing," he muttered and handed me back the photo.
I looked at it myself for a second before I put it back.
"What's the occasion of you coming here," I pondered, looking out over the rippling waters?
"I can't just come and see you? You came to La Push and jumped me," he smiled.
I nudged his shoulder with mine, but heat consumed my face as I remembered, "That's different."
"I just wanted to see you," he muttered and kissed me on the corner of my lips.
I grinned and turned my head to kiss him back.
"Plus, you really have to stop jumping me every time you see me. It's really not healthy," he shook at me and gave me a playful concerned look.
"You know you love it," I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Maybe a little," he sighed, defeated.
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