I woke up on the examination table. I must've dosed off while we were waiting for the doctor to come in. I couldn't've been asleep that long.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked mom.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you had… maybe 5 minutes?" she said looking up from her magazine.

"Dr. Thomas hasn't already been in here?" I asked confusedly.

"No, sweetie, do you honestly think I would let someone come in and exam you while you were asleep?" She said standing up and walking to me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah… it was just…" she shot me a concerned look, "nothing, forget it, just one of those dreams that you don't realize is a dream until after you wake up."

The woman I assumed was Dr. Thomas walked in the room. She looked way too cheerful. More cheerful than a person should be. Especially with me and my "condition."

"Hello!" she said with a smile from ear to ear.

"Dana," mom said, "it's so good to see you!"

"Oh, Lucy, it's good to see you too! I hear you're here for an ultra-sound. You and Kevin expecting again?"

"No, actually, it's for my daughter, you remember Savannah?" She said indicating me on the table.

"Oh, well, I haven't seen you in quite awhile, how are you?" she said politely, but it seemed to have rudeness behind it.

"I'm okay…" I said, then whispered, "considering…"

"Okay, well, just lift up you're shirt and we can look and see how far along you are. Do you have any idea how many weeks you are?"

I blushed, and shot a look at my mother. I didn't want her to know that I really didn't have much of an idea of how far along I was. For all she knew, I was 6 or 7 weeks. But I knew I was much more than that.

"Would you like your mom to wait outside for a minute?" she said, after seeing the fear in my face.

"Actually…" I said looking at her.

"But… Savannah…you're… she's only 15…" she looked to Dr. Thomas.

"I know, Lucy, but it might make her more comfortable…" she offered.

"Please, mom, just for a minute, I'll make sure you come in before she finishes." Her face burned with anger. I knew she didn't want to miss this, mainly because she wanted to know every little thing she could about the pregnancy.

"FINE." She said before leaving.

"It's okay, Savannah, she was making me feel a little uncomfortable too, so do you know how many weeks you are?"

"I… well… I'm not sure, I know I'm at least 9… but I could be more. You have to understand…"

"Savannah, you don't have to explain anything to me," she said with a soft smile.

"There's doctor-patient confidentiality, right?" she nodded, "I want you to know, that for the past 5 months, I haven't done much to be proud of. And neither of my parents know about it. They had never even considered the idea of me being 'active,' I just don't want anyone to think I'm a slut. I'm not."

"Savannah, I'm not here to judge you. And I won't tell your mother anything that she doesn't need to know, okay? You said you think you're around 9 weeks or so?" I nodded, "okay, let's just see then."

I lifted up my shirt and she put some jelly that was really cold on my stomach. Suddenly, I heard a rapid thump thump thump, and my heart stopped. This was the first time it actually felt real. I couldn't really see anything. I didn't know what I was looking for anyway.

"Okay, well, judging by how big the fetus is, and what has started to develop, it looks like you're about 11 weeks give or take a few days. It's too early to determine the sex, but so far, everything looks like it's developing beautifully."

I was so overwhelmed. I could actually see the baby on the monitor, and then I started to cry.

"Would you like me to call your mom back in?" she said, I nodded, and wiped the tears away. "Lucy? We're ready for you now."

She came back in, and stopped when she saw the monitor. It seemed like it was the same for her too, the second she saw it there was no denying that it was real, and her fifteen-year-old daughter was carrying her first grandchild.

"As I already told Savannah, she's about 10 weeks, so I can't determine the sex yet," mom nodded, "so it looks like she'll be due around November 3, maybe a little earlier, we'll be able to see in the next couple of weeks"

I just let it all sink in. She showed us the head and the legs and arms. She continued to talk about prenatal care. Emphasizing that I try and stay as active as possible, and make sure to take pre-natal vitamins, too stop hanging out with anyone who smokes, ect.

"Now, Savannah, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a quick with your mother"

"Oh, yeah…" I said, sitting up, "is there anyway, I can actually get a picture of that?" she nodded, and after a moment, a tiny picture was printed out.

"Here you go"

"Thanks,"

"Now, you're mom will be right out."

I left them to talk. I was afraid of what she might say to her. Tell her what I told her in confidence. I didn't want my mom to know all that. At least, not now. She already worries too much. If she knew what was really going on, she wouldn't let me leave the house till I was thirty. I was becoming my Aunt Ruthie, I was eavesdropping.

"I think Savannah has some issues considering this pregnancy and you and Kevin. She expressed so much guilt when you left the room. Wanting me to understand."

"What did she tell you?" mom asked.

"I'm sorry, doctor-patient confidentially, but I think she needs to talk a professional, or someone who understands what she's going through." Mom must've tried to interject, "no, it can't be you, and it can't be Kevin… how is he taking this news?"

"He's not speaking to her. He believes that she's covering up for someone. For the baby's father…."

"Both of you must understand, there is something about the father that bugs her. I don't think she's trying to protect him though. Your sister… Mary? Or is it Ruthie? She's a psychologist?"

"Ruthie"

"I believe that you should have Savannah have some sessions with her. But it must be the same, you can't ask her tell you what Savannah tells her, just like someone you don't know."

"Do you think there is something about this that Savannah doesn't want us to know?"

"I think, she has a lot of guilt. And she needs to speak with someone and let it all out. If she doesn't, it could have terrible consequences."

"Okay, I'll talk to Ruthie about seeing Savannah. We'll see you in a couple of weeks?" I took this as my cue to head to the waiting room.

Just a moment after I sat down, mom came through the doors, shot me an awkward smile, and set me another appointment.

I thought about what Dr. Thomas had said. Maybe she was right, maybe I did need to talk to someone about the past months. Ruthie's so close to my age, it wouldn't be like talking to a mother, or an aunt, it would be like, talking with one of my friends.

"Listen, Savannah, Dr. Thomas and I think it would be a good idea if you, well, talked to psychologist, maybe your Aunt Ruthie. Would you mind doing that?"

"No, actually, I think it's a really good idea."

"Alright I'll call Ruthie up, and see when she can fit in time for her favorite niece!" she said with a smile.

Good, at least now someone can know the truth about me.