I know it seemed it the other chapter that I was a little upset about the way I was conceived. But wouldn't you be? I know most people would like to think that their parents at least liked each other before they were born. But I am thankful to them for allowing me to be born. So maybe I can forget about the whole car thing for right now. Besides it will make them so much more uncomfortable when I get a little bit older and ask them where I was conceived.

December 28, 2008

"That fuckin asshole" her eyebrows knit together as she stared at the pregnancy test in her hands. Raking a hand through her hair as the shock wore off "I'm going to fucking kill him".

It was so much easier for her to blame him then look at it as an equal thing. She knew deep down that it was both of their faults but it really was so much easier to blame him. Continuing to dish out four letter curse words she grabbed her cell phone. He had actually been vain enough to program his number into her phone. She padded her way back over to her couch and laid with her face into the cushion. Part of her wanted to stay there till she suffocated rather than calling him but the other more reasonable part of her brain wouldn't give him the satisfaction of not knowing. Dialing his number she kind of hoped he wouldn't answer but as fate would have it he did.

"Hello" his deep voice sent shivers through her spine and in her mind she was flashing back to that night.

"Umm … hi John you might not remember me but my name is Rainey and we … well I guess you could say we met in November"

He grinned he remembered the girl's name right away because it was so unique. His grin grew wider but what he remembered even more was having sex with her in the backseat of her car. Oh what a night that was even if it was a little hazy to him now.

"Sorry sweetheart no repeat performances" she could hear the cockiness in his voice and if she wasn't already dealing with nausea from the morning sickness then she was sure she'd be nauseous now.

"John … I wouldn't sleep with you again if you were the last man on earth" LIAR! Her brain screamed at her but she wasn't about to boost his ego.

"So how can I help you then?" he asked as pleasantly as someone with a bruised ego could.

"I kinda need to talk to you face to face about something" she wrapped the phone cord around her fingers as she bit her lower lip. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Where are you right now … what state I mean?" she asked "I know you don't have to report to work until after New Years and if you are close by I could meet you somewhere"

John raised an eyebrow at her eagerness to see him in person. But he usually had a pretty good sense of whether people were trying to screw him over and he wasn't getting that vibe from her. He certainly hadn't gotten it from her that night. In fact he found her to be sweet and charming and he found that refreshing.

"I'm spending some time up in Hampton Beach with my dad and brothers" he informed her "how long will it take you to get here?"

"Gimme like an hour and I'll meet you at the McDonalds on the boardwalk" she told him.

As she got off the phone and went to gather her keys she couldn't help but wonder why he had decided to spend some time in Hampton Beach during the winter. But he it wasn't a crime or anything like that. It just struck her as odd. Exactly an hour after she had gotten off the phone with him she strolled through the front door of the McDonalds she had asked him to meet her at. At first glance she couldn't find him and that made her blood boil a little at the thought that maybe he had made her drive all the way out here for nothing and that he wasn't in Hampton Beach at all. It was only when she felt a hand on her shoulder did she know that he was at least a man of his word.

"Let's sit down" she suggested. He nodded following her to a booth and sat across from her. His face unreadable.

"So what's going on?" he asked "why did you drive all the way out here to meet with me?"

"Why are you here in the winter?" she couldn't help but question. Hampton Beach, New Hampshire was a popular vacation spot during in summer with all it's little trinket shops and arcades. It also had this one little candy shop that made the most amazing homemade ice cream and all kinds of fudge. At the thought of fudge Rainey's mouth began to water.

"We used to come here when I was a teenager so I suggested to my dad and brothers why not rent a place out here now while we can all be together because it won't happen again anytime soon"

"That's really sweet you wanting to be with your family in a place that holds special memories to you" she felt a gush of warmth for this man now that she knew had nothing to do with the pregnancy hormones that were going to start plaguing her very soon.

"So again I ask why am I here?" he asked a little more bluntly.

"How much of that night do you remember?" she asked him.

His grin returned and she just knew that he was picturing her naked right now. She put her arms over her chest in some sort of self preservation attempt.

"It's all kinda hazy" he admitted.

"Did you … what I mean to say is … were we using protection?" she managed to ask but it made her extremely uncomfortable asking him that.

He couldn't remember … it was very unlike him not to make sure he was "suited up" even at his most drunken state but he honestly could not remember if they had used a condom or not. Then his eyes widened.

"You don't have anything like HIV right?" he asked petrified.

"No I'm clean John" she replied annoyed.

"Then what?"

"You aren't going to make this easy for me are you?" she asked before taking a deep breath "I'm pregnant John"

He'd seen stuff like this on television but he always pictured it differently if it were to happen in real life. He was actually surprised to say he had never been through this before and he really didn't know how to handle it. At first instinct he wanted to deny everything but the fact that he couldn't remember and that she just seemed so sweet and innocent worked against him.

"I mean if you want I will gladly take a DNA test" she had been talking the whole time but he had been too zoned out to hear what she said before the thing about the DNA test.

"Yeah" he muttered.

"Listen I know what you are probably thinking … here's some chick tryin to pin a kid who is probably not mine on me for the next 18 years. But I honestly don't want anything from you"

"Wait … what?" he asked stunned.

"I have a financially stable job and good benefits so I don't need money from you I just wanted you to know that you will have a son or daughter in a few months and what you do with that information is up to you. If you deicide to be in this child's life great and if not then that's ok too. But I am planning on keeping this baby"

"So you don't want money?" he asked still reeling a little.

"No"

"And I don't have to be in this child's life at all?" he asked just trying to make sure what he was hearing is correct.

"Not if you don't want to no"

It didn't seem right to him that if he was in fact going to be a father that his child grew up not knowing who he was. But he also wasn't sure he wanted a kid at all. But it wasn't the unborn baby's fault that his or her parents hadn't been more careful.

"Let's get the test done and go from there" he said.

"Ok I'll make the appointment as soon as possible" she told him.

They parted each on their own way. Neither knowing what the future had in store for them.