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What If I Said
Chapter 4: Truth
I made it home safely without any run-ins with my father; I guess he was out drinking. So I simply went to bed remembering my 11:00 appointment with the baby doctor the following day. I shouldn't have any problems with Jay and Stacy not being awake, cuz they're usually up at 5:30 in the morning for surfing anyway. Insane surfers.
I woke up early; my father was on a business trip. I was getting harder to hide the baby bump. He'd find out soon, I hope after she's – or he's – born. I'm not hiding it today. Today's the day everyone finds out the truth. And if someone tells my father, which I doubt they will since no one likes him or his disagreeable, drunken temper, I don't care. I'll leave if he finds out. I'm wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt and gray sweats. I head for Zephyr, my black Vans slapping the pavement. Along the way I meet up with Sid, who almost collides with me before skating along side me, trying to pick me up. I don't think he recognizes me. "Hey babe, bun in the oven?" He's so dumb sometimes. "Sid. Shut up. Of course I'm pregnant. Did you not hear Jay announce that to the entire city yesterday? You're so thick headed sometimes. All the time. Most of the time. You get the point." Some people aren't very good at recognizing others when pregnant. "Baby Kate, you're having a baby… how ironic. Sorry. Forgot." We're almost there; I can tell the shop is bangin' today, even at 10:30 AM. I start chewing on my thumbnail, worried about how some people will react. I drop my hand before I eat it completely and enter the shop, hopping up on the counter up front. Sid goes into the back, I guess where everyone is, cuz in about two minutes people were streaming out of there like ants, shouting and hollering like banshees. "Ay, chica mamacita-to-be, what's shakin' in baby land?" I swear that boy is as Spanish as I am Cherokee. It's amazing I haven't picked up entire Spanish vocabulary for all the years I've known him. "I wouldn't know yet Tony; I ain't been to the doctor yet." Now I'm just teasing him. "Coulda fooled me, Kitty." Leave it to Jay to be a smart-ass. "You of all people should know." I say, slinging my arm around his shoulders. "Congrats, girl, you are awesome." Peggy pipes in." Thanks, Peg, you're great too." "Hey, I'm not the one carrying a kid the size of a watermelon around for nine months. And you're still tiny. You going to the clinic today?" "Idiot here told the entire world, yeah?" I'm referring to Jay, but of course you knew that. "Well ya know, my mouth is part of my charm." I snort derisively at this. "You're full of it, boy." "Don't I know it." "Ok, that's enough out of you two, break it up. Get off my girl, Jayboy, go find your own. You guys ready yet?" Stacy appears in the doorway, Jackson trailing behind him.
"I'm real sorry about the baby, Katie." I know it's weird, but if the baby ends up being his, I'll be thankful. I don't blame him at all; I was the one who was drunk and offering. "It's ok, Jackie. You didn't know I was drunk, besides, there's a chance it's not yours." I should be mad at him, for taking advantage of me. Then again I asked him to do what he did. I should hate him. But I don't. I'm thankful. It woke me up to responsibility for my actions, blah blah blah. Yeah right.
"Jackson, you are the father." The obstetrician tells us. I'm relieved. I would have been tempted to murder Wentzle Ruml if it was his baby instead of Jacks. "Jackie." I hug him. Then I hug Stacy and Jay pats me on the head. "Jacks, you don't have to sign the birth certificate if you don't want to." I want him to know that. "Dr. Jeanson, is it really a little girl?" I hope it is. I don't think I can stand another boy; there are enough of those around here already. "Yes, they are girls." "They?" "Yes, the twins are both girls." "Twins?! I'm having twins. Oh my god, Stacy I'm having twins." I'm almost hysterical I'm actually hyperventilating. "Multiple births are common in teenage mothers. Your pregnancy is normal; both fetuses are healthy and kicking. One was hiding behind the other, I didn't see her before." The doctor tells me. "As long as they both have ten fingers and ten toes and one head each."
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