Chapter Thirteen

The Big Decision

Later that night Ruthie found herself alone in her bedroom flipping through the book of couple's that wanted a baby. Her heart went out to them but she felt like she was making a mistake. Sighing she set the book on her nightstand and went over to the calendar that hung on her wall, taking it down she walked over to her bed, and sat down in the middle Indian style. She counted out the months from the date of conception to her due date. She estimated that the baby would be born sometime between May 20th and May 25th. She took an ink pen out of her top drawer and circled that week of the 20th and wrote labor week in red.

She stuck the calendar in-between her mattress and her box spring. Sitting back down on her bed she sighed. She was still shocked at the situation in which she found herself. She couldn't believe that she'd let this happen and that she was contemplating giving up her baby to complete strangers. She realized in that moment that that was the first time she'd referred to the baby as hers. Ruthie laid her palm upon her stomach and felt tears slip out of her eyes. She was pregnant, really pregnant. It wasn't a joke.

Closing her eyes she wondered what her daughter or son would look like. Would he or she be tall like Martin or extremely short like her? Would her baby's hair be straight like Martin's or curly like hers?

She knew in that moment that she couldn't give her baby no matter what. She also remembered Mary's friends Frankie and Johnny; she remembered how selfish they had been. She didn't want to be that way. She didn't want her son or daughter to suffer because of her mistake but the truth was she was only seventeen and very young.

Could she really do this? Could she put her life aside and do what's best for her son or daughter. Shaking her head she looked at the book that still laid on her nightstand; she knew she was making a big decision in this moment. A decision that would affect the rest of her life, but the truth was that her life had already been affected and it was time for her to grow up and face the consequence of her actions.

Getting her robe up off the chair next to her vanity, Ruthie went to go find Simon and tell him that she'd decided to keep the baby. She needed his advice and she prayed for his help.