"I'm WHAT?!?!?" I screamed.
"Um, You're p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t. Pregnant. You know, going to have a baby." He said, groaning.
"This is NOT happening." I muttered to myself. "I'm sorry Doc, I gotta go. Bye!"
"What? No!" He screamed, and I ran out of the building.
I got into the car and started up the engine.
I knew for a fact that the baby that I was carrying was NOT Jesse's baby. It was Paul's. This could NOT be happening to me. Jesse is going to find out about me and Paul when I HAVE the baby, and it doesn't look anything like him. Then Paul's going to come in and greet me, and say, how's our baby?
I know it! But, I mean, I'm NOT cheating on Jesse am I? Oh who am I kidding? I AM cheating on Jesse! I gave up Paul, the person I was dating just to have Jesse, and here I am dating Paul AND Jesse at the same time! I am the most horrible person in the world.
I turned into the driveway, and ran into the house, slightly crying, but brushing the tears away.
Jesse was in the kitchen. How come he's ALWAYS in there? I sat down onto the arm of the chair and started to cry.
"Susannah!" Jesse screamed, running over to me, and grabbing my hands. "What's wrong?" he asked, taking the towel he had taken from the kitchen and wiping my eyes.
"Jesse…I'm…..I'm…." I started to cry.
"You're what??!?!" He screamed, his grip tightening on my hands.
I smiled and managed to pull one of my hands from his grip. I pushed some of his hair away from his eyes, and I squeaked, "Jesse, I'm pregnant."
He fell onto the floor and let go of my hands. He sat there for the longest time, shaking his head, and running his nervous hand through his hair.
I thought he was going to be okay, that was until he started to mutter in Spanish. Oh no, this is BAD. Jesse never, well USUALLY never talks in Spanish unless he's really pissed. Hold on, is it POSSIBLE that he knows that Paul and I have been sneaking out lately. Finally, he stopped speaking Spanish, and started to pace the floor, his right hand on his head.
"Susannah, how is this possible? You're almost NEVER home, and when you are, you usually sleep on the couch, you never sleep in the same bed as me." He said, stopping, but then continuing to pace the floor.
"Jesse, I don't know. I just was getting morning sickness, so I went to the doctor, and he said that I was pregnant. I don't know what happened." I lied. I feel really bad. This was his dad, and now it was too late for an abortion. Even though that IS against the law, and I'd probably go to Hell for it.
"Susannah….. Does anyone else have anything to do with it?" He asked, stopping once again, and crossing his arms. "No, of course not Jesse. Why are you asking all these questions? Don't you WANT a kid?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
He sighed and looked out the window. "Very Much so." He whispered. "Well then STOP complaining! Be happy we're going to have a family Jesse! Please?" I asked, walking up to him and rubbing his back. "You know what? You're right." He said. "Now I gotta finish making my mothers favorite Mexican casserole dish, and get it out of the oven before the house burns down!" He screamed, as he ran into the kitchen. I smiled and pulled out my phone.
I quickly dialed Paul's number. He answered on the 3rd ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Paul! Suze! Just wanted to tell you some REALLY big news." I said, smiling.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"I'm going to have a baby!" I screamed.
I could almost hear him choking on whatever he was eating.
"What??!?!?" He screamed.
"Yeah! It's OUR baby!!!"
"You mean, I'm going to be a father?"
"Yup."
"Ohmigawd. I gotta call my friends. TTYL!"
I laughed and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Jesse asked, sticking his head through the doorway.
"Oh, Just Cee… wanted to tell her the news!" I said, lying for the billionth time.
"Oh, well Dinner's ready!" Jesse said, and I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
Now it was going to get tricky.
Who should I dump?
Jesse, my destined boyfriend, or Paul, the father of my child?