Chapter One

My head rested on the toilet-seat, where I sat, exhausted. I had just spent another twenty minutes, puking up the remains of my dinner last night. My mother stood over in the threshold, looking down at me pitifully.

'Susie, I really think you should go and see a doctor.' She sounded so upset over this – the sickness had been happening for a week or two now – illness I seemingly had, that I agreed and followed her back into my bedroom, where I started to shrug out of my pajamas and step into some new clothes.

Deciding on a pair of black, three-quarter pants and a white, short-sleeved blouse topped off with my boots, I took by jacket – it was damn cold in wintertime – and walked downstairs. Mom met me down there, shooting a nervous smile at me.

I smiled back, taking some Panadol for the headache I endured – not as bad as a post shifting headache, but pretty close – and moving towards the door, I finally made it out on the porch with higher spirits. It was only a little bug, I thought, brushing some of my russet hair out of my face, only a simple condition that can be fixed right away.

But no matter how many times I said this to myself, I could not shake off the feeling that this time, it was something other than a fixable sickness.

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Doctor McNaught looked down at the files scattering his large, rosewood-tinted desk. I had spent two minutes in the waiting room and fifteen in the doctors bay, half of that fifteen minutes was sitting, staring as the professional paced around the room, finding various tests for me.

Finally, McNaught looked up at me with his hazel eyes concealed by his opaque glasses and his shaggy mane of black hair poking out at various angles. Doctor Andrew McNaught was quite attractive, yes, but I was already taken… By a Latino known as Jesse de Silva.

Lost in my thoughts of Jesse, I didn't notice Doctor McNaught speak until he shoved a small, see-through case in my hands. I recognized it as a urine test. With his calm, friendly personality, Doctor McNaught didn't notice that I wasn't paying attention to his lecture before and sent me directly to the toilets on the other side of the room.

The toilets were painted in a cheery light pink. White tiles stared up at me as I walked across the spacious room and into one of the stalls. After filling the cup, I washed my hands, dried them with help from the automatic hand dryer, and sauntered out of the room.

Doctor McNaught was a busy man, so I was not surprised when I saw him with another woman, this one a few years younger than me – she looked around twelve or thirteen - and talking to her about the uses of what seemed to be tampons. I hoped for the girl's sake that she was not pregnant at such an early age.

After the Doctor had dismissed the girl – I caught her mother calling her by her name; Shanola – he turned to me. 'Do you have the cup ready?' I nodded, there wasn't really anything else I could do other than nod.

After giving him the cup of my urine, I sat back on the chair he had appointed to me before. He walked across the room and into an adjoining one opposite the toilets. I watched the mulberry colored door for a moment before he emerged again – in a total of five minutes he had been in there – this time without the cup but with a few printed documents in it's place.

Looking down at the documents as he sat in his grey, computer chair, Doctor McNaught looked up at me with a pair of dark, concerned eyes. His voice was so stone serious, not even a bulldozer would dare knock into it, 'I'm afraid Miss Simon-'

I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers and prayed it wasn't anything unforgivable, like cancer or a tumor or something…

'-That you are two weeks pregnant.'

I breathed out a sigh of relief – I didn't have cancer. But his words sunk in and I swear I almost fell to the floor; I began choking on my spit instead.

'P-Pregnant?'

I was pregnant. I was pregnant. Ooh, I thought, Mom's so gonna kill me…

In the whirl of words, Jesse… got… me… pregnant kept repeating over and over. Because he was the only one who could have really gotten me pregnant, and it was only two weeks ago that he finally got over his fears – he calls them gentlemanly rules, I call them fears… just to mock him – and got both me and him laid.

Then another whirl, a different, more positive whirl of words hit my tiny, shocked brain.

Jesse and me were going to have a baby.

I had never felt happier in my life.

AN: Do you like it? It didn't take me very long to write, but it's not really long either. This is my first fic, so please, be nice. I know that many other people have done this type of thing as well, but can you please review? Your comments make writing a hell of a lot easier for all of us – the writer especially.

-chayfan.