Please Don't Envy Me
Written by: American Idiot's Broken Dream

Chapter Two
Revelations

"Paige, Paige, wake up."

The last remnants of my dream faded away in front my eyes as I wondered who was disturbing my sleep. Whether I was pregnant or not, I always felt tired, but managed to look cheery and perfected. Slowly, I pried open my eyes to find my brother's worried face hovering over me.

"Oh," I whined, "Dylan, why'd you have to wake me?"

"Well, when Mom gets up here, you're going to wish you were more than sleep." Dylan whispered hurriedly.

"What, Dylan, what are you talking about?" I sat, looking around my room groggily.

"Mom found the test." Dylan informed, snapping the covers back and pulling me out of bed.

"Didn't you throw it away!" I almost shouted.

"Yes—no! I mean, I must've have let it on the counter or something because the next thing I know, she hollering about how she going to kill you or something like it. Paige, you'd better get an explanation and get one fast."

Frowning deeply, I snapped, "Well, why'd she automatically assume it was me!"

On our walk to the bathroom, Dylan stopped and gave me a look. I immediately felt stupid. So, I knew that I was in for it. I was my mother's baby, her only daughter, and the only on who could give her biological grandchildren—I just hoped that now wasn't the time. Dylan helped my wake up a little (I had slept pretty hard) and I was sitting on the closed toilet seat, when my mother burst in looking as if she'd been crying for hours.

"Now, Paige, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. I want you to know that I found the pregnancy test sitting on the coffee table in the living room, and I know it's for you. And, I'm not angry right now, but I just need to know something from you." Mom was business-like, yet she still had that warm, caring motherly way.

"W-what?" I asked, still unnerved that she wasn't yelling and/or strangling me.

"Were you raped again?"

The air left my lungs and I blinked at Mom several times before tears pooled in my eyes. At the worst possible time in my life, she had brought up a horrible memory, and I couldn't find my voice to reprimand her for it.

Rubbing my knee soothingly, my mother pressed, "Paige, sweetheart, were you—"

"I heard you." I choked out, the tears burning my eyes like fierce lava. "And no, I wasn't raped again."

My mother and brother let out a collective sigh of relief and Mom leaned forward to gather me in a hug. I welcomed her motherly comfort, knowing that no matter what, she'd be there for me. But, the thing was that she said she wasn't angry yet—that usual meant that when she pushed back her anger, she was building up a head of steam.

"Mom, do you hate me?" I asked naively.

"Paige, I could never hate you! Not for anything you would do, at all. I will admit, I'm very disappointed in you, but I will never stop loving you." Mom assured me, giving me a quick squeeze before letting me go.

"Me neither," Dylan crouched down next to me and Mom.

"But now that we are over the biggest hurdle," she was of course referring to knowing if I was raped or not, "we need to have a serious talk. All three of us."

Migrating to the kitchen, all three of sat around the kitchen table, me still wiping at my eyes.

"Now, the thing I need to know before this goes any further, are you sure you are pregnant?" Mom began the longest night of my night.

"Well, I'm not sure. The test said yes, but I made an appointment with Dr. LaGuardia for tomorrow just to make sure. But, Mom, I really think I am. I'm so, so tired, I can barely keep anything down, and this might be a little vain, my tops are really filling out." I explained all the symptoms I had noticed over the past couple of weeks.

"Oh, dear God," she muttered, rubbing in between her eyes. "Okay. Next thing, you need to decide whether or not you're going to keep this baby, if you're pregnant."

The reality of the question smacked me in the face. What if I was really pregnant? How would I go about things? Would I do a Manny and kill the baby, and then have the thought lingering with me for the rest of my life? I shuddered involuntarily. I just knew, no matter how bad things were, or were going to get, I just couldn't kill my baby. It was inhumane to just 'terminate' a life because I was too young, or I couldn't handle it. But, there were other options.

I carry this baby to term, and give it up for adoption. That seemed like a logical choice, if I didn't want it. But that too made me shudder. How could I not want my very own baby? But more importantly, how could send it out into the world to some stranger? Who could love a baby like its mother?

All these question made my head spin, so I had to put my hands flat on the table to make sure I was sitting down and wasn't going to fall. Dylan looked at me expectantly.

"So, are you going to keep it?" he asked softly.

Making my final decision, I nodded.

"I'm going to keep it." I said softly, at first. Then I found my found my voice, strong and sure of my final decision. "I'm going to keep my baby."

Though she was stressed and upset, a ghost of a smile played at the corner's of my mother's mouth. Once again, tears pricked my eyes.

"So, do you know who the baby's father is?" Mom asked, her voice quavering.

A large lump caught in my throat and I felt like sinking into the ground. I knew exactly, exactly who the father was. I knew, because he was the only guy who could ever make me feel the way I did. He cared for me so much and I would even say he loved me, but I wasn't so sure.

When he touched my lips, my knees went weak. When he laughed or smiled, I literally felt my insides turn to Jell-O. I knew I was in love, but I really didn't think that being in love came with a baby. After all, Hazel and Jimmy were in love, but I don't see Hazel pregnant.

"Yeah, I know who the father is." I replied tearfully.

"Who? Who's the little varmint that got my baby sister pregnant—possibly?" Dylan said, a steely edge to his voice.

"Dylan," Mom and I said in unison, a glare on my face.

"What, I just want to know. Wait, does he know?" This time, the intent stares were on me.

I shook my head no.

"Well, aren't you going to tell him?" Dylan asked.

"Dylan, not yet! What would make him hate me more than shooting my mouth off about something that probably isn't even happening? I'm not telling him until I'm one hundred and ten percent positive." I said firmly.

"Well, then, Paige, who is it? Who got you pregnant?"

Taking a deep breath, I calmed down. With absolute certainty, I told them who I knew the father was, and Dylan gaped.

"Are you serious! It can't be him…little innocent…but I mean, he's so shy to me…like he couldn't even think about something like that." Dylan was in complete and total shock.

"Well, believe it. He's not a bad person, hell, I even came onto him, but apparently, we didn't use protection. I just wonder how he's going to take it."

He'd been through this routine before. Only this time, whether he liked or not, I was keeping this baby.

"So, since our keeping the baby, if you're pregnant, we need to discuss a lot of things." Dylan said, and Mom nodded in agreement.

And thus began the night I would never forget. We cried, yelled, laughed, and talked, all three us and I felt very comfortable with all the decisions that were made, if I was pregnant. I loved Dylan and Mom so much for what they were doing for me. But, I cold only hope that, if I were pregnant, the father would be just the same.

"So, Paige, what are we here for today?" Dr. LaGuardia asked, sitting in the little rolling chair in front of the examining table.

"I, um, want a pregnancy test." I uncomfortably adjusted myself in the leather chair.

"Okay, can I ask if you've been having any symptoms?" Dr. LaGuardia questioned further.

"Well, um, my breasts have been tender, I've been way more tired than usual, I've gotta go to bathroom like every five minutes, and I can barely keep anything down. Oh, I also been feeling a little flutter in my stomach every now and then, I guess."

"Okay, good…good…" Dr. LaGuardia murmured, scribbling down something on my file.

"So, how will this go?" I asked unsure of how professional pregnancy test went.

"Oh, we'll just have you either give us a urine sample or a blood test to test for certain hormones you have during pregnancy. The urine test is as soon as you bring it back to me, and the blood test will take one to two days." Dr. LaGuardia smiled comfortingly. "Nothing too drastic. So, what I need you to do take this little cup and go to the bathroom, because I'm sure you have to."

Following the doctor's directions perfectly, I returned from the bathroom with a three-quarters cup filled with my urine. She took a little stick, much like the home pregnancy test, and in the center was a little circle the color of a manila folder. When she stuck the stick into the cup, the circle instantly turned blue. Tears sprung to my eyes and I knew what this meant, I didn't even have listen to the words that came out of the doctor's mouth.

"Well, Paige, it seems like you are indeed pregnant."

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Dun, dun, dun, dun! What's going to happen? How's Paige going to react? Who's the father? Who's going she going to tell first, Hazel or the baby's father? AND WHO IS THE BABY'S FATHER! All these questions will be answered in the next chapter! Keep reading and follow the previous chapter's directions: review!

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