~One week later~
"Hello, Ms. [Last Name]?" a voice asks.
"Yes," Bea replies.
"We're calling to inform you that your blood tests are in. You seem to be, overall, pretty healthy. However, you are slightly anemic, which is really not good for your baby. I suggest yo—"
Horror crawling up her spine, she lets out a strong, "What?"
"Oh, you're pregnant. You are currently… Oh, here we go! You're a week shy from 3 months. Congratulations!"
The cheerfulness of the voice is a stark contrast to the dread pooling in her stomach.
'Three months… Pregnant? Oh god, what is my mom going to say!'
"Ma'am?" the voice says after a minute of silence. "Just to let you know, if you don't want your baby, you can't have an abortion anymore. You either have to raise the child, or give it up for adoption."
'Abortion? Adoption? No!'
"No! No, no, no, no! I'm raising my child. I'm just… I wasn't expecting this is all. Thank you. For letting me know I mean. I appreciate your excitement for me."
"Oh, ok. Hehe, I was getting a bit worried there. But, doesn't your husband…"
Papers rustle in the background before she continues. "Um, not your husband… You're boyfriend! Yeah. Didn't you two plan this? Or was it an accident?"
"No baby is an accident. We just thought we were having safe sex. I guess we should've really stuck to the actual safe sex instead."