Please Don't Envy me
Written by: American Idiot's Broken Dreams

Chapter Three
Comformation and Congratualations

"I'm pregnant," I echoed numbly.

"Yes, congratulations, I suppose." Dr. LaGuardia said, looking to my mother unsteadily.

"Can I see my baby?" I asked suddenly.

"Absolutely, just let me get an ultrasound machine in here." Dr. LaGuardia left the room and Mom looked at me.

"Well, congratulations, sweetheart, you're going to be a mother!" Mom said, with a slight false cheeriness.

"You're not going to go completely nuclear on me?" I asked, shocked that she was being so calm.

"Since you're pregnant, not now, but I must say, I'm still very disappointed in you for getting yourself in this situation. But, what's done is and you can't change the past, but you can control the future. Paige, what I'm basically trying to say is, I love you and I'm here for you whenever you need me. But, try to make better choices in the future." Smiling, I pulled my mother into a hug and we both felt warm tears on each other.

Dr. LaGuardia came back in with a nurse, rolling an ultrasound machine and smiled at the mother-daughter scene.

"I take it you're not going to make her get an abortion?"

"Never! Dr. LaGuardia, I'd never make my daughter do anything she didn't want, but we had a long talk as a family last night, and we decided that if the test was positive, Paige should carry the baby to term, and we'll raise it."

"That's wonderful. I wish all my teenage pregnancies turned out as well as this one is. Okay, Paige, ready?"

"Yes," I smiled putting a hand to my stomach.

It felt firm and swelled out a good bit, considering when I had conceived. A few seconds later, my mouth dropped in shock as a whooshing sound steadily throbbed throughout the room.

I was pregnant. I was going to be a mom. For what felt like the millionth time in two days, I cried. But these weren't shocked or upset or frustrated tears, these were tears of joy. I, Paige Alexandra Michalchuk, was going to be a mother! I looked over at Mom to see a smile and tear gracing her face.

"Well, judging by the size of—wait, do you want to find out what it is?" Dr. LaGuardia asked. As she moved across my belly, I could clearly see something that resembled a foot.

I hadn't even told the father yet, so I guessed I would wait. After all, if he wanted to be with me and a part of the baby's life, then, I guessed that we would decide to find out or wait.

"I guess I want to wait." I told her, and she nodded acceptingly.

"So, judging by the size of your little joy, you're about five months along." Dr. LaGuardia informed me.

"Four months!" my mother and I exclaimed at the same time.

"Why, yes, aren't I correct?"

"No! At least you shouldn't be,"

Handing me a couple of tissues so I could wipe of my stomach, my little baby suddenly disappeared from the screen and I sat up. There was no way I was five months along—the father and I hadn't even started sleeping together until a little a couple of days after school started, which was a little over two months ago. The most I could be was a month and a half along. But the doctor was right, I was pretty big for a month and a half or so.

"Well, when do you think you conceived?" the doctor asked, sitting back on her stool.

The nurse took the little machine back out of the room, and we were left in silence as I narrowed down the exact date. It was at least, the first few days of September because I remember the party at which I conceived.

Granted that night was sort of a blur and I was a little tipsy, I could remember and savor it because this time around, I was with the guy I wanted and he cared enough about me to make sure I was okay with everything he did before he did it. I loved him so much, but I just hoped when I told him he wouldn't leave me, spread rumors about me, or say that the baby wasn't his.

"I'm pretty sure it was about September second, because I went to a party with my best friend, her boyfriend, and my ex-boyfriend." I recalled remembering that it was the last party I had gone to with Spinner as a couple.

"Oh, I see, so you shouldn't be anymore than six or seven weeks along…"

"Um, yeah," I said, not believing she couldn't calculate how far along I was correctly.

"Well, next visit, which is in another month, we'll see exactly how far along you are. But for now, it's safe to say that you are about two months. So, I'll see you in a month! Oh, and don't forget to stop by the nurses station for your prenatal vitamins and other stuff. It should already be in a little package for you, waiting for you to pick them up." With that, Dr. LaGuardia exited the room with a quick congratulation.

"So, what's the next step?" I said as I put my denim jacket on.

"Paige, you've got to tell the father, now that it's confirmed." Mom said, helping me off the table.

Sighing, we walked to the nurse's station, hand in hand.

"I know, Mom, I just pray on everything that this baby's father doesn't desert us or claim that it isn't his, though I don't exactly think he will."

"For all our sakes, Paige, I hope you right, sweetheart, I hope you're right."

"So, what's the verdict?" Dylan asked, as soon as we hit the door.

"Do you want to tell Uncle Dylan, or should I, Mom?" I teased looking for a reaction.

"Uncle Dyl—oh my God! Paige!" Dylan's face went from confusion to shock then excitement as he picked me up and spun me around, gently setting me down.

"Boy or girl?" he asked smiling widely.

"I don't know yet, I'm going to wait until I tell—him." I announced.

"Speaking of 'him', he called and wanted you to call him back." Dylan informed.

My face blanched and I instinctively put my hand on my stomach. I hadn't talked to him in a few days, so under normal circumstances I wouldn't have even waited for Dylan to finish his sentence, before I was upstairs gabbing away on my cell. But now I wasn't so sure I wanted to talk to him right now. Because not had the fact that I was pregnant sink in, but I wasn't sure I could control my words. If it slipped too soon, it could have disastrous consequences.

"So, are you going to call him back and tell him?" Dylan pressed.

It was a while before I answered him. "Yes…I think I'm going to tell him. You think you can drive us to the Dot?"

"Do you really want to tell him in front of a lot of people?"

"Um, right… good idea. How about you take us to the park? It's Sunday afternoon, so there's not that many people there." Suddenly, my nerves exploded into a wave of nausea.

"Yeah, I suppose. Maybe I could get Mom to come out with me our something like that. Or you could go over there, if you wanted."

But, I wasn't thinking about that as I pushed past him roughly and raced to the bathroom. But, unfortunately, before I got to the toiler bowl, I vomited all over the bathroom sink and most of the wall. The mess was totally disgrossting and I dejectedly sunk down next to the toilet bowl to finish emptying the contents of my empty stomach.

"Paige, are you—uh, God." Dylan walked into the bathroom and saw the mess all over the wall and sink. "Mom, Paige like had morning sickness or something like that and she's blowing chunks." He added n a loud, disgusted voice.

"I'm not blowing—" I never finished my sentence because of the wave of vomit that overpowered me.

"Oh, Paige, sweetie," Mom sympathized with me and she and Dylan started cleaning up the mess I'd made.

Soon, I was sweating, aching, and pale from all the throwing up on an empty stomach. Suddenly, I just began crying, partly because of the smell and partly just because I hated throwing up. A cool towel was pressed to my head and it felt good.

"Is this what its going to be like for the next few months? Puking out my intestines and feeling like someone tried to rip out my lungs through my shoulders?"

"Sadly, sweetie, yes. But now that we see you get it in the afternoons instead of mornings, we can prevent it."

"I hope so, because I can't deal with this." I whined, falling into my mother's comforting embrace.

She soothed me while I cried, and whispered those comforting words only a mother could. Then, Dylan walked in with the cordless phone and held it out to me.

"It's Mr. Oblivious," He said in a low whisper.

"If I didn't feel as though I'm going to pass my pancreas through my nose, I'd kill you for that," I threatened weakly, taking the phone from him.

My mom gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and ushered Dylan out of the room and closed the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello," I said sweetly.

"I love hearing your voice," he replied, sounding as though he were smiling.

I smiled too, simply because it was contagious. "So, how are you doing today?"

"Better, now that I'm talking to you." He murmured, "but I tried to call you earlier today and you weren't home, where were you."

I quickly had to think of a lie. Now wasn't the time to just blurt out that I was having his baby. Where could I have been on a Sunday afternoon?

"Oh, sweetie, I was just out shopping with Hazel and Ash, I needed a new pair of jeans and Ash and Haze just brought some stuff. What about you, what'd you do today?" It unnerved me that I could lie someone I loved so much, so easily.

"Ah, just practiced with Sasquatch. We're getting better, but we still have this bad-sucky-messy vibe gong on. When are you coming to watch us again? I always seem to concentrate better when I know you're beautiful face is something I can stare at for days on end."

"Stop it," I simpered, but I really loved when he does stuff like this. He made me feel extremely special and loved.

"But seriously, when are you coming back?" he asked.

"I don't know, babe, I feel sort of sick and I keep throwing up a lot." I said, sort of truthfully.

Suddenly his voice was full of worry and he sounded alert. "Are you okay, baby? You need anything, because I have no problem bringing something over for you."

I though about it. Dylan had said he could take Mom out for the day if I needed to bring him over here, to talk and tell him about the pregnancy. This would be the perfect time to bring him over here.

"Okay, if you insist, baby. I guess I want some soft, fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream." Dear God, these cravings were kicking in and I had it bad.

"So you want me to go by the bakery and get some cookies, and pick up a pint of Ben and Jerry's?" he asked skeptically.

"Yep,"

"Okay, what flavor?"

"Um…I guess Chunky Monkey," I replied with a shrug.

"Cool. Anything else?" he asked sweetly.

"No. Thank you, baby, it's nice to know you about me so much."

"No problem, sweets. I'll be there in about, um thirty minutes. That okay?"

"Wonderful,"

"Alright, baby. Oh yeah, Paige."

"Yes," I pressed expectantly.

"I love you,"

My breath caught in my chest and I felt tears sting in my eyes. Every time he even said my name, my knees went weak, but love was another thing.

"I love you too, Craig."

Disclaimer: See chapter one

HA! Now we know that Paige and Craig are together but is he the father of her baby, and if he is, how will he take it? Stay tuned for the next installment it "Please Don't Envy Me", coming as soon as Rachana gets at least seven more reviews. LOL, I kill myself…