Ho my god! (that's right I said 'Ho' lol) it's been a month since I've last updated this bitch! What da fuck?? (Sorry had a cussing spree there) Sorry people the time has flown by! I seriously thought I updated this a week ago, shows you how slow I am. I hope yal r still alive! HELLO!!!! ya I think a few of you are.
Oh FWI, those of you who do not know I have a new story out called Love Has No Boundaries. Those of you who have not read this need to READ IT!!!! Not putting any pressure on you or nothing...just suggesting...but seriously READ IT!!! : ) Thank yooouuuu!
Oh BTW my b-day was a few weeks ago. I am finally fourteen! yes!!! 4 more years until I can go to canada and get wasted! counting down the days baby! lol!
anyway enough with pointless shit let's get to the story!
Enjoy the next chapter : )
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I woke up the next morning to a bright light shining in my face. I cracked one eye open, my vision till blurry, to have panic rush through me. It's sunny outside. It's never sunny when I wake up to get ready for school. My brain quickly ran through the days of the week when I realized today was Friday. I wasn't drowsy anymore. I shot up from my bed while kicking off the sheets. I went to jump out of my bed from the sudden adrenaline in my system, but my foot got tangled in the sheets and I fell right on my face, half my body still on the bed.
I groaned and rubbed my head, "Dammit…"
With my body still in the awkward and uncomfortable position, I reached to grab the clock on my nightstand. I yanked it towards me while flipping over on my back. I stared at the red digital numbers of the clock that read 9:15. I was two hours late to school.
No point in rushing to get there I'm already so late. Why hadn't Mom woke me up like she does every morning? Did she go to work early today? No, she couldn't have. Being at work at five-thirty in the morning would just be bizarre for someone who worked at Jared. The Galleria of Jewelry. Unless some guy decides they want to marry their girlfriend at five in the morning and I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen often.
So, there is no excuse for her. I'm gonna march down stairs and get her on the phone and ask her if she forgot she had a son or she was plain stupid enough to forget I had school on Fridays.
I sighed and flipped my legs off the bed and rolled on my shoulder, jumping to my feet. I fixed my shirt and stopped for a moment. I lifted up my shirt, revealing my stomach. I ran my fingers up and down my belly trying to feel a bump. I glanced over at the full body mirror on my door and stared at my stomach. I squinted my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. I tilted my head from side to side, rubbed my stomach some more, then turned my body all around to conclude that there was a bump. It wasn't that big but I could see it.
I didn't know whether to jump for joy or throw my shoe at the mirror.
I probably wanted to throw the shoe more. A lot more. If it wasn't for this baby my life would have been fine right now. There wouldn't be drama, there wouldn't be chaos, there wouldn't be worry, there wouldn't be anything but peace.
Now I was panicking again. What am I gonna do if I keep this baby? What am I gonna do for nine months? I obviously can't go to school, so many questions, so many snickers, so many disgusted or maybe even curious faces. Not to mention this is suppose to be a secret from the public. If I go walking around with this huge baby belly there will be so much media attention. I'd probably be famous. They might invite me to go on Ellen.
I didn't want that kind of attention on me. I'd be on the news and God knows what Nancy Grace would say about this. Suddenly, I was very afraid. There was no way I could do this.
Maybe abortion was the better choice. No, no, no! They are brainwashing you, Jaden! This is their plan, they want you to freak out under all the pressure. Well, guess what? I'm not going to freak out! Come on, have some balls! So what if you're famous and your face is on every news channel? So what if you're invited on talks shows like Ellen, or Dr. Phil, or Opreah, or 2020 with Barbara Walter? So what if people make fun of you or looking at you like you're some freak of nature? You can handle it! Right…?
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Oh, I can't keep thinking about this! I'm going to have an ulcer!
I opened the door that led downstairs so I didn't have to stare at myself anymore. I walked down the stairs listening to see if my mom was home. It was silent until I heard the sound of the television coming from the kitchen. Yep, she was home.
I took long strides to the kitchen, ready to start shouting at her as soon as I set foot in there. When I made it there my mom was sitting at the kitchen table with her coffee watching the morning news. She was still in her robe which set off a red flag immediately. She should ready for work by now.
I stood there in the kitchen doorway staring at my mom until she finally looked at me. She didn't say anything and I just shrugged, "So, you forget what day it is?"
She didn't say anything and turned her head away from me, like an annoying little school girl. God, my mom could be so immature! But, I guess she has a reason. She's still mad about the whole pregnancy ordeal.
"You're just going to ignore me?"
"No," she said harshly while taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well, then, could you answer my question?"
My mom whipped her head around to face me. Her dark stare made me step back. "I know what day it is!" She yelled out of no where, "You're not going to school." Then, she snapped her head back to the television.
Sometimes I wonder if my mother is human…
"Why?" I questioned.
"You have an appointment with your doctor today."
I knew it was going to be something like that. I wasn't too worried about it really. He would just tell me what I already know and crush my mother's dreams of hoping it wasn't true. That's the only reason we're going, so my mother can have reassurance.
Too bad her dreams would be crushed. There was no mistaken that I was pregnant. The symptoms were there, the belly was there, and I knew for a fact that I was. No matter how much she or I try to deny it, this baby was coming…at least I hoped.
"Well, quit standing around and go get ready," she snipped.
I hesitated where I stood. My eyes stared at my mother in slits. Her attitude was starting to irritate me. If I wasn't afraid of getting slapped I would tell her to calm the fuck down, but since I was I kept my mouth shut. My mom just needed to take a breather and think instead of acting on her emotions, like she does all the time. Really, you'd think she was the one pregnant.
Seeing I wasn't budging from my place in the doorway, my mom's eyes flickered to me, "You have something to say?"
I sucked on my lower lip and stared at her hatefully for another second or two. Then, I hung my head and shook it, "Nope." I said, popping the P. I hit the doorframe lightly and walked off into the living room.
I walked, rather quickly, to my room, my hands in fists from the anger raging inside of me that threatened to explode. I didn't know if that anger was directed towards my mother or me. It might have been both. My mother for being so melodramatic about all of this or me and my stupidity for letting this happen. Whichever it was it was eating at me.
Getting into my room the first thing I did was throw a shirt that had been lying on the floor for a few days on my mirror. I didn't want to look at myself right now. I might really follow through with throwing my shoe at my reflection, being too disgusted with myself to stare any longer.
I realized that I was more frustrated with myself than I thought. Soon I was pacing around my room rather than getting ready to go. I would stop every now and then to breathe and run my hands through my hair, or pull, whichever I felt like doing and try to hold back screaming at myself.
Finally I needed to look at myself. I needed to take a good look at that person staring back at me. I needed to know I wasn't as horrible as I thought. I stomped over to my mirror and ripped off my shirt and flung it across the room. I slammed my hands on both sides of the mirror and gazed at myself with extreme curiosity.
I stared into my eyes with hatred, seeing the arrogance and stupidity that has gotten me into this mess, but I stared at my slightly swollen stomach with soft, caring eyes, the eyes of a nurturer. I couldn't pinpoint what I felt towards myself. Was it an understanding agony? Or was it just pure, dark hatred? I didn't know and I wasn't sure I'd ever would.
I knew staring at myself trying to figure it out wouldn't make the situation go away. Whatever I felt was pointless. The only thing that mattered now was the slowly growing baby in my stomach. I just need to suck up all my feelings and figure out a solution. Wallowing in my misery wasn't going to help anyone.
I couldn't look at myself anymore. I was just a mass ball of emotions that I couldn't figure out. I would describe it as a Rubik's cube. No matter how much time I spend trying to figure it all out I'm just messing it up more than it already is. It's just frustrating and I'll eventually give up.
I considered sending that to Reader's Digest.
I turned away from the mirror and focused back on getting ready to go to the doctor's. I scrambled through my drawers and pulled clothes off my hangers until finally I just threw on a pair of jeans. Who cares what I look like? I'm going to a doctor's office.
I at least grabbed my Old Flame Billabonghat, the one thing I can't go anywhere without. My dad calls it my "gangster hat" because he thinks any flat-billed hats are what black people wear. I always thought my dad was the biggest racists in the world and that he'll get his ass kicked one of these days. Maybe I could give him a little lesson and drop him off in the heart of downtown. Then let's see how confident he'll feel then.
I adjusted my hat to the side and smoothed out my shirt and I was ready to leave. I didn't bother looking in the mirror to see how I looked. Mostly because I didn't care and I didn't want to try peering into my soul again. So I headed right for the door and I started walking down my stairs.
When I got downstairs my mother was already waiting, fully dressed to impress (like always) her long, flowing dark brown hair pulled back in a messy bun, and twirling her car keys around her finger. My mother was a beautiful woman, no doubt about it. My father is the same – no not a beautiful woman! – but a handsome man.
To make it easy my mom looks like regular Diane Lane and my dad looks like Rob Lowe and this is not stretching the truth. I was just born into a good-looking family. Even my grandma when she was younger she looked exactly like Joan Jett.
When Jesse first came to my house to meet my family he even proceded to shout, "No wonder why you have such good looks!"
Yep, that's just my family for you. It's kind of like a bad Tootsie Pop, good on the outside but when you get inside it's bad news. Ha, yet another awesome comparison by me! I'm on fire!
"You gonna just stand there or are we gonna get going?" My mother asked with that irritating voice of hers.
"Yeah, yeah," I said and walked past her.
My mother quickly spun on her heel to face me as I walked to the door, "Are you giving me attitude?"
I sighed, "No, Mom."
"Better not be," She mumbled and started stomping on her high heels behind me.
We stepped out the front door and my mom shut it and locked it before following me to the car. Today was rather sunny, too sunny actually. The light shined it my eyes so bright I thought I was going to be sick. (Oh, please don't be sick. I've been sick enough already.) Mother Nature was not matching my mood today. I'd probably feel a tad bit better if it was dreary, cold, cloudy, rainy, something other than sunshine and blue skies.
I didn't even make it to the car before the bright light finally got to me. My stomach churned violently and I lurched over and vomited in the garden.
My mom groaned, "Oh, come on Jay! My flowers!"
"Sorry!" I snapped in a raspy voice, "I can't really control it!"
My mom rubbed her fingers on her temples, "Breathe, Lisa…" She mumbled to herself and other things to calm herself down. She waved her hand to tell me to get going, "Just get in the car, Jaden."
I spit in the attempt of getting the nasty taste out of my mouth and it failed miserably. I decided making my mouth taste any better was useless so I just started walking towards the car, my mom following me with her face pinched in disgust.
I ignored my mother's expression and got in the car without saying a word. I put my feet up on the dashboard and slouched in my seat, crossing my arms against my chest. I knew it drove my mom crazy when I sat like this.
My mom opened the car door and plopped into her seat. She slammed the door shut in fury, hoping that I noticed, but I didn't really care. She started the car and slammed the car in reverse, hoping I noticed that too, again, didn't care. My mother is the type of person to display her anger so people could see and acknowledge it. I think it's just how all women are.
We started driving down the road faster than necessary (another display of emotions) neither one of us saying a word. I was mostly focusing on controlling my stomach. My mom would be insanely pissed if I barfed in her car. So I pulled down my hat so that the bill covered my eyes from the sunlight. That would at least hold over the queasiness until we get to the doctor's office.
Even getting to sleep in this morning I was beyond tired. I wasn't sure if this was just being a teenager or pregnancy symptoms, but whichever it was I was drop-dead sleepy. It was weird actually. I usually don't need a lot of sleep but lately I've been so tired. I was pretty sure it was pregnancy symptoms, but it was just strange. I didn't like being drowsy all the time. It makes me feel slow and weak. I couldn't imagine carrying around a baby and how tiring that would be.
Then I had a brain storm. Maybe this is why God created pregnancy symptoms, it's like training. It prepares you for what's coming ahead. Double the grogginess, double the weight, double the food, and double the bitchyness. It makes sense now. Thank you God, you've been helping so much lately! (That was sarcasm.)
As we were driving I got even sleepier. I decided a little power snooze wouldn't hurt. It would be twenty minutes until we actually reach the doctor's office so I'll get some sleep in. So, I slid my eyes close and let sleep overcome me.
I felt myself drifting in and out of consciousness for about ten minutes until something woke me. I didn't open my eyes right away. I didn't want to wake up. It felt so nice to sleep and now something has to wake me? The least someone could do for me was let me get some damn sleep!
I groaned and slowly opened one eye. My gaze met my mother's. Surprisingly she wasn't glaring, but actually her eyes hinted a feeling of worry. What was she so worried about?
She didn't give me enough time to ask what was wrong before she started speaking. Her voice was stern and completely serious, unlike her eyes. "You know that you might very well be getting an abortion today, right?"
"No I'm not," I said groggily.
"Jaden," she said softly, "You have to face facts now. Abortion is your only option."
"What happened to the phrase 'Adoption should always be an option'?" I asked smugly. I wasn't going to let my mom win this argument. No way in hell.
My mother's eyes glance at my stomach for the slightest second and then pulled away, "That's my grandchild you know. I care about it too."
"So you'd rather kill your grandchild than let it live? Oh, you're a great grandparent," I said sarcastically.
"So you'd rather live your life knowing you have a kid but you have no idea where he or she is?" She asked in a forceful voice, ready for a debate, "You know kids now in days, they will track you down, Jaden. When they finally meet you and ask you to be apart of your life what are you gonna say?"
I was silent. I hate to admit she had a point.
"Then you have that emotional scar on both you and them all of your lives. They will grow up knowing that you didn't want them. Do you know how awful that would feel? Wouldn't you rather save them from having that kind of life? I know you wouldn't want your child to feel that kind of pain."
No, I wouldn't. But I would never want to go on knowing I killed my child instead of giving it a chance at life. I'd rather have them living and having a life than none at all.
"Mom, if we kill"-I winced at the word-"the baby we'd be murders! We'd render a child a chance at life. That worse than not knowing where they are or what they're doing!"
"We're not murders, Jaden, we're doing this for the baby's best interest."
"Mom, seriously, if a serial killer told everyone that he killed all of his victims because 'it was in their best interest' you really think it would make a difference? No, his butt is still going to jail! So, when you're telling people that you killed your grandchild because 'Oh, it was in their best interest' you think they will consider for a second that was okay?"
My mom went to go say something but closed her mouth when she realized she had nothing to say to that. I watch her expression twist into thought. She knew I was right and I knew she was right. Both things are wrong so there is only one solution to avoid any emotional scars.
"Now…" I trailed off, "…if you just let me keep the baby-"
"Absolutely not."
"Why?" I snapped, "It's the only way to avoid any future mishaps!"
My mother started shaking her head furiously, "No, no, no, you are not, under any circumstances, keeping that child. End of discussion."
"No this discussion is still open for argument. Listen, Mom, Jesse said he was willing to give parenting a try-"
Once again my mother interrupted me, "There is no trying in parenting. This isn't a sport, you can't just try and quit whenever you feel like it. You are a parent from the time that child is born to the moment you die."
"I know that, Mom! Jesse will be a great parent. He's more than willing to be one."
"Even if he is a good parent, there is no way I would let you raise a kid at sixteen. You are still immature, have no job, no responsibility, still in school, have no money and me and your father are not paying for your child, and do I have to even mention your condition?"
"What about my condition?" I grumbled.
My mother inhaled a deep breath, then exhale, "Jaden, you're very special. Do you have any idea the attention you will get if you do go through with the pregnancy? You know what will happen?"
I shivered at the thought. So much public attention; television shows, news, magazines, whispers, stares, snickers…all of that will blow up in front of my face so quick I won't know how to react.
"You know what Dr. Richards said about your body. He said anyone will be willing to get their hands on your story. So many scientists have wondered if it was possible for a male to be pregnant. It is still a mass confusion for doctors who know about it. Their discovery can't come out yet. You have to remain a secret, Jaden. There are only an estimated twenty other men in the world that are like you. This pregnancy can't go on. I'm telling you it won't work!"
"I don't need an explanation!" I shouted, "I've heard it too many times already…"
My mother's stern expression suddenly turned soft and kind as she placed her hand on mine, "Jaden, I'm only saying this because I love you. I don't want to see you get hurt, baby. I know you want this child, I really do, but it just can't happen."
"What if it can?" I asked quietly.
My mother chewed on her lip and gave a sigh, "Okay, how about I make you a deal?"
My face perked a little, "I'm listening," I mumbled.
"If there is a way that you can have this baby, I'll consider if you can have it or not."
"You better start considering now because if the doctor says I can I wanna hear your answer right then and there."
She sighed, "Fine."
"Thank you."
By the time we had ended our conversation we were already pulling into the doctor's office. It was a big sign off the highway that said William Richards MD Obstetrician/Gynecologist. You really couldn't miss it. It was a nice little building. It was an oddball compared to the rest of the tall buildings that looked like they reached the sky.
We parked our car right in front of the door but didn't get out. I was ready to go inside and get this over with but my mom on the other hand needed her breathing time. She sat in her seat and started giving herself a pep talk, "Everything's going to be okay....everything's going to be okay…you're going to be okay..." No she isn't going to be okay if she starts freaking out when we're not even inside yet.
When she was almost to the point of hyperventilation she stopped and took a deep, calming breath and got out of the car quicker than I expect. I sighed and got out of the car and stepped out into the terrible sunlight. I pulled my hat down farther. Oh, God don't puke now. You already embarrass yourself enough,
I walked at a fast pace to the door my mom was holding open for me. I stepped into the waiting room which was painted a cream color (which I thought was way too comforting) and every-color-of-the-rainbow chairs that lines up across the wall. I could tell Dr. Richards didn't really care about impressing his patience on his decorating skills. Everything here was miss-matched and out of date. I would definitely consider calling Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.
I went and sat in this really nasty, worn mint green colored chair while my mom when to the front desk to sign her in. Yeah, I said her not me. Well, this is very simple to explain, you see since this is a gynecologist and I am suppose to be a secret my mom signs in like she's the one getting the check up. So this avoids all the awkward and baffled looks when the nurse calls back a boy to visit, what my mother calls, the V-J Doctor. The doctor highly recommended we do this for the safety purposes.
But I think the secretary is starting to catch onto something because last time she asked, "Your son is always with you when you come for a check up. If you don't mind me asking, why does he come with you?"
Oh, you'll love this, my mom's response was, "Well, I'm always fretting that I'm pregnant, but you know something, all the men I sleep with leave and I never see them again after I tell them I need to see the gynecologist to be sure or not. Weird, right? So I have my son come with me instead because, of course, I need a male at my side when they check my Who-Ha to see if there is anything in there! It's traditional!"
At this point the secretary thinks my mom is completely insane and stops asking any further questions. I actually had to go outside because I was laughing so hard. So after my mom signed herself in today the secretary looked over at me and mouthed, "I'm so sorry."
I gave a sarcastic smile and a thumbs up.
My mom came and sat next to me in a sickly bright orange chair. "That lady thinks I'm the biggest whore," she breathed while looking through her purse and pulled out her lipstick and compact mirror.
"I think she feels sorry for me," I said, trying to fight back a grin.
"I'd feel sorry too," she said while applying her lipstick and gazing into her mirror as she puckered her lips.
I chuckled, but made sure the secretary didn't see.
We sat in the waiting room for about ten minutes. I sat there staring at the fish tank in the corner of the room (the water was just so clear it was amazing) and my mom flipped through a People magazine and every now and then she'd kick me leg and say, "Oh my God you will never guess what Britney did this time!" I wasn't paying attention but all I heard was "crazy" and "tried to beat someone with an umbrella." Surprise, surprise.
After those long ten minutes a nurse finally came through the door and glanced down at her clipboard, "Lisa."
"Let's go see if I'm pregnant," she said jokingly and threw her magazine on the table. We both stood up and walked through the door into the back of the office, which was a maze of hallways. For such a small place it was surprisingly big on the inside.
"Please follow me," the nurse said in a sing-song voice. She was a small woman with a small perky voice.
We walked behind the nurse, slowly and slowly the anxiety started getting tenser until the point my mom was hyperventilating again and I started sweating something fierce. It seemed like we were walking for hours until finally we got to a room that read 110 (that was my new unlucky number.) The nurse opened the door for us and said, "Doctor Richards with be in to see you shortly."
We walked into the rather small room and the nurse shut the door. What really would have fit was if she shut the door and started laughing manically and said, "Welcome to the jungle! You're gonna die!"
I shook my head. I was starting to go crazy, like Britney Spears. My mom went and sat in a chair in the corner of the room and I sat in the big leather chair with really intimidating, pointy equipment surrounding it. I squirmed in the chair nervously. I didn't like being surrounded by these shiny pointy things! I saw this one thing that caught my eye, this really long, white stick that really wasn't pointy but enough to scare me.
I picked up the long white stick and stared at it with wide eyes. I shoved it out so my mother could see, "What the hell is this?!" I shrieked
"Oh, the doctor shoves that up you to get a picture of the baby."
"Are they gonna use this for me?!"
"More than likely."
I gulped. I want out of here!
"What really puzzles me is how they're going to get the inside of you." My mother commented, "You don't have that quality about you. Maybe they'll put it in the other way."
"Mom!" I shouted, "Will you please stop?"
"Sorry, honey, I'm just curious. I never thought we'd get to this point of your life."
"Well you can ask the doctor!"
My stomach started twisting and churning again and I thought I was going to be sick, but I realized it was just nerves. I started looking all around the room for objects that looked like lethal weapons and I found quite a few. I'd always asked, "What's that?!" or "Holy crap look how long that needle is!" or "Are they gonna use that on me?!"
I was having a panic attack. I was surprised my mom didn't come over and slap me out of my diluted senses. But we didn't get to that point because the doctor came in right before I was to the half way point of a heart attack.
He came in all smiles, which irritated me to no end because this was not a happy time for me! Try to control your mood swings, Jaden. You don't want to go all postal on the doctor.
"Jaden, I was a little taken back when I saw your name on my list for appointments."
Not as much as I was, doc! I took a mental deep breath and tried to calm myself again.
Doctor Richards was a movie-star handsome kind of gorgeous. His hair flowed around his ears and eyes, mostly a mop of blonde hair. His hair reminded me of wheat since it was so blonde it was almost white. His blue eyes were beautiful. It was the first thing you noticed about him. I hate to admit that his eyes were prettier than Jesse's. Doctor Richards is the gynecologist every woman in town came to visit because they were "pregnant" or had "vaginal problems".
If my mom didn't love my dad so much she'd probably have an affair with the man. I think everyone thought that.
Doctor Richards started flipping through his clipboard while my mom stared at him like a blind man seeing sun for the first time. I just rolled my eyes.
"Ah," he said with a smile, "No wonder." Doctor Richards placed his clipboard on the desk beside him, "It seems you have the wrong date, Mrs. Yuki. Jaden isn't supposed to come in until next month."
My mom snapped out of her trance and suddenly became very nervous, "Um, yes, Doctor Richards, about that…"
Dr. Richards glanced at me and then back at my mother, his voice turned sharp, not angry, but alert, "Is something strange going on with Jaden's development?"
My mom didn't even look at the doctor. She just played with her fingers as she spoke in a small voice, "Doctor Richards…Jaden's pregnant…"
Doctor Richards's handsome features suddenly turned hard and stiff. I'm sure that was something he hadn't expect coming. It took him a minute to get what my mother had said and after that he could only nod.
Dr. Richards cleared his throat and started speaking again, "Oh, well, this is defiantly a surprise. So…um…how did he find out?"
My mother shrugged and turned her head to face me, "Give him the story."
Like my mother I didn't look at the doctor. I spoke softly, all sign of confidence gone, "My friend works at the Corner Store and he let me have a free pregnancy test. When I got out of the bathroom and waited it said I was pregnant."
Doctor Richards's eyes were wide, "This friend of yours knows?"
I nodded, "He found out by accident. But, he's a good friend and he hasn't told anyone and I don't think he ever will."
I could tell Doctor Richards was a little angry at me for that one. He straightened his coat and raked his hands through his blonde locks, "Alright, how far along are you?"
"A little over a month I would say."
"Well we're going to know for sure."
Oh, God here comes the dreaded white stick!
Doctor Richards pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat on it, wheeling around grabbing all the equipment he needed, like the white stick. He snatched white gloves out of his drawer and snapped them onto his hands. Then grabbed, what looked like, a toothpaste bottle, but I knew it wasn't toothpaste. Finally he grabbed the stick, I hated that stick! (As if I didn't make that clear already.)
He then wheeled his chair back over to his desk. Dr. Richards set his tools down and grabbed a black pen out of his glass bottle on the desk. He flipped papers around in his clipboard and pulled out a manila folder that had my name, Jaden Yuki, printed on it. He opened the folder and started scribbling his black pen on it and called back to me, "I need you to strip down to just your shirt. There's a sheet beside your chair, you can use that to cover yourself with."
I did as the doctor said. I hopped off the table and kicked off my shoes and socks in the process. I stood up and started unbuttoning my pants. I zipped them down and was about ready to pull my pants down but I felt my mom's gaze on me. I turned around to face her and gave her a look that said "Privacy, please!"
She just laughed and turned her head away.
I shook my head and pulled down my pants along with my boxers. I felt a little weird standing around with no pants on so I quickly reached for the baby blue sheet that was folded beside the giant leather chair. I wrapped it around myself and I felt a little bit better, but still exposed.
I got back on the chair and started fixing the sheet since it was so big it started swallowing me. I had won the fight with the sheet before Dr. Richards pushed his chair over to me, scary tools in hand.
"Relax, Jaden, it's not going to hurt you."
"I am relaxed."
Doctor Richards gave a small laugh, "Then why are you trying to rip my chair apart?"
I blinked, "Huh?" I saw him point to both my hands that were gripping the leather so tight that my fingernails were starting to puncture it. I felt a little embarrassed and I quickly let go, my hands shaking, "Sorry," I mumbled, balling my hands into fists to keep them from shaking.
"It's fine. I get it a lot."
"I'm sure…"
"Okay, I need you to prop your feet up on these"-he pointed to two bars that stood tall from both sides of me-"and we'll check to see if you're having a baby or not."
Sounds like fun.
I held my breath as I propped my feet on the steel bars that cradled my feet. I felt myself blushing madly when my legs were spread apart. Oh, what a priceless Christmas card this would be. I was mostly embarrassed because my mom came behind Dr. Richards to witness the miracle! I have an audience. We should sell tickets.
Dr. Richards unscrewed the bottle of "toothpaste" and squeezed it on the white stick of death. He warned me that this would be very cold. Thanks for the warning, doc.
Oh, but it was cold. I felt it push in and I shivered from the odd feeling. I didn't really hurt, it was just very uncomfortable.
"See, Jaden, I told you he would use the other way," my mom chimed.
I put my hands on my face, "Please, shut up Mom."
"I'm just saying…"
Doctor Richards reach over and turned on the monitor that was right beside me. I knew this must be an ultrasound or something so I tried to search through hazy picture to find some sign of my baby, but I couldn't find anything. I didn't know whether to feel joy and hurt if I found that I was having no baby and the bump I saw on my stomach was just my imagination running wild on me.
"Where is it?" My mother asked.
Doctor Richards reached out his finger and pointed to a spot on the monitor, "Right there, see that little flicker? That's the embryo."
My eyes grew wide with fascination. I pulled my hand up and touched the screen, "That's it?" I whispered. I felt a warmth growing inside me. I really was carrying a baby inside of me. My baby…Jesse's baby…our baby…
My mother, on the other hand, didn't seem all too thrilled about this. I saw her eyes watering. I wasn't sure if it was stress about making the choice of this child living or dying, maybe it was happiness but I didn't stick with that, or maybe she was just overwhelmed.
Doctor Richards let us look at the unborn child for a little while longer before pull the white stick, which I didn't think of so deadly anymore, out of me. He reached over and grabbed a towel he had set on the tray that carried all the equipment and wiped of the miracle stick. That evil thing had shown me my baby and I didn't think of it as a monster anymore.
"Alright," he said while pulling off his gloves and throwing them in the trash can, "so, I need to discuss some important matters with you on this whole preganacy thing and then you're free to go."
As Doctor Richards was gathering his papers my mother asked him the question that burned my ears, "Um…Doctor…is it possible to give Jaden an abortion today?"
My body stiffened. I waited for the doctor's response.
Doctor Richards stood up from his chair, clipboard and my folder in his hand, "It's possible. We could actually give him an abortion in twenty minutes if you're willing to wait that long."
Don't get sick…
"Okay…" my mother trailed off, "…what if Jaden was to have this baby?"
"Well," he said, "That's what I was going to discuss with you. If Jaden does have this baby he is to not go to school at his three month mark. This is to be kept from the public at all costs and that means home schooling until the baby is born and his stomach swells down."
So, what I'm supposed to be under a rock for six months?
"What about actually giving birth?" My mother asked.
"Simple, really. We do a C-section."
"Oh. Is it possible to give birth naturally?"
Doctor Richards shook his head, "If Jaden was to give birth naturally, and I hate to say this Mrs. Yuki, he would die."
My mother made a weird noise in the back of her throat. I felt nausea shoot up to my brain at a hundred miles and hour and slowly float back down. I could…die?
"Don't be alarmed," Doctor Richards said quickly, "the chances of that happening are very slim."
My mom's body was still as tense as it was before.
"The abortion is still up for grabs though. I'll let you think your options over and when I come back you give me your answer, alright?"
"Yes…" My mother said quietly.
Doctor Richards fixed his tie, "Well, if you'll excuse me." He walked to the door, opened it, and closed it shut softly. Now it was just me and my mother, and we didn't need to discuss our options here, I knew her answer.
"Mom, you heard what he said, it's very slim."
"No," she said harshly.
"Mom, please!"
"I said no!" She hollered, "He said you have a chance! I don't care if it's 0.1 percent chance if there's a possibility of you dying I'm sorry Jaden, you are not having this baby."
"Please!" I begged, "Mom, he'll take care of me! He's one of the best doctors around. He knows what he's doing."
"Jaden, he has never dealt with male pregnancies before. He knows the breakdown of it, but when it comes to actually going through with it, he's never done that before, never!"
"If you don't trust him then why is he my doctor?" I asked.
"I do trust him, Jaden!" She protested "It's that baby I don't trust!"
"The baby is fine! It's you that has the problem!" I snapped at her. "You're so paranoid that I won't be a good parent and that I'm not responsible, but when have I ever let you down, Mom? When have I ever made the wrong decision?"
"Having sex would be one."
"Forget the pregnancy stuff, just focus on everything else!"
My mom breathed heavily out her nose. She stood there for a minute, not saying anything. She stared intensively at me, like she was peering into my very being, and I was returning the favor.
When she still looked unsure I started throwing more of my achievements out there, "I've always done what you ask, I always get the grades, I'm always home on time, I'm looking for a job, I settled for your junky car! What else have you asked from me and I haven't done?"
My mom crossed her arms across her chest and mumbled something under her breath.
My eyes narrowed at her, "What was that?"
"Nothing," she grumbled.
"Tell me, now."
She sighed angrily, "I said 'I wonder what Jaylene would say to you right now'."
I went dangerously silent after her comment. Every muscle in my body tensed up. God, what would she say to me? Why was I even asking myself? Of course she would agree with me. If she was in the same situation she would stand up for her child!
"She would be siding with me," I said through gritted teeth, "Jaylene would never back down if it came to her baby. I know her. She wouldn't just let someone kill off her child."
My mother looked at me up and down for a few moments, then, to my surprise, she grinned, "I think she would have, too."
My eyes grew wide, "What are you saying?"
She sighed, "What I'm saying is that you're right. Your father and I are always proud of you. You're such a good kid and you couldn't make me any happier. I'm just…scared…"
"I am too, Mom…"
"I just don't want to see my baby having a baby of their own at such a young age." My mother gave a hurtful smile and her voice turned enthusiastic, "You should be out exploring the world! You should enjoy life before having kids! You don't want to have this much responsibility now, when you're barely out of high school!"
"I know, Mom, I know. But things just didn't work out they way they were planned."
"I guess not…" She went quiet for only a few seconds before speaking again, "I've made my decision …and I'll give you and Jesse two months after the baby is born to prove yourselves responsible enough to keep it. If you disappoint me I will put the baby up for adoption, you good on that?"
I nodded, "Yes, yes!"
"Okay, then."
Right on time, the doctor poked his head through the door and when he saw that we weren't killing each other over this, he walked in.
"So, have we made a decision yet?"
My mom nodded, "Yes, we have. You can cancel that abortion appointment, we won't be needing it."
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Kikuchan: ha ha! we win!
Jaden: Score 1 for us!
Kikuchan: that would suck if you got an abortion. That would have totally killed my story!
Jaden: You're the one writing it though….
Kikuchan: sometimes my characters turn against me!
Jaden: oh, yes, I no the feeling –looks around-
Kikuchan: okay! Next chapter we will be going a month into the FUTURE!!
Jaden: yes, yes, in the next chapter Jesse-
Kikuchan: -covers Jaden's mouth- Shh! Remember, you can't give the next chapter out! We have to torture these people into wanting more. Do you not understand the fanfiction way?!
Jaden: -pulls hand off of mouth- you're evil!
Kikuchan: no my friend I'm just…no wait…yep I am evil! Review or I will unleash my evilness on you! Which includes strapping you in a chair while a saggy old man gives you a lap dance! Muhahaha!
