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Chapter Thirty

SPOV

When Chad got there, I was finished packing. Walking outside to meet him, I watched as he got out of his car, shaking his head and whispering under his breath.

"Hey Chad, are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm good. It's just…something Mr Condor said."

"What? He doesn't want us to get married? I knew it; I knew something would go wrong!"

"No, no! He's happy for us. But…never mind." I frowned. I'm me. I had to know.

"What? Tell me Chad, seriously!"

"He thinks you're pregnant." He blurted, looking anxious. I didn't see why, it wasn't like I actually was pregnant. Unless…

"Chad, did you, you know, use a…thing…last time we…" I gestured awkwardly, and he looked confused for a minute, then horrified.

"Shit! No, I didn't! At least, I don't think I did. I'm pretty sure I didn't. Dammit, Sonny! What if you are pregnant?" he looked panicked, and for a second I thought he was going to turn around and leave, but he strode forward and pulled me in for a bear hug.

"I promise, no matter what happens I'll be here. And if you are…pregnant… we'll just have to figure out what to do then. Okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds great. Chad?"

"Yeah Sonshine?"

"Can you drive me to the doctor's office?"

"Sure. You think he'll be able to tell you yet?"

"Dunno, but I can't wait for this, Chad. I have to know as soon as possible."

"I get it. You coming?" he smiled, stepping back to let me pass him.

We drove in silence, but it wasn't awkward. More…worried. Neither of us knew what the doctor would tell us. I hoped I wasn't, but there was a part of me, albeit a small part, that wanted to be pregnant. I had always wanted to have kids, just not at seventeen. There was no way I would get an abortion. I know I still have my whole life ahead of me, and a baby would ruin everything, but the baby has it's whole life ahead of him too, and I can't ruin that because I made a stupid mistake.

"You okay, Sonshine?"

"Yeah, fine, why?"

"Because we've been sat in this parking lot for ten minutes now, and you haven't moved a muscle."

"Oh, sorry! Why didn't you tell me?"

"You looked like you were thinking about something. I didn't want to upset you, you have reason to be stressed right now. Anyway, are we going inside now?"

"Yeah, come on." I fake-smiled, jumping out of the car and practically running towards the building. We spoke to the receptionist, an overweight woman in her late forties with a a plastic smile and a way-too-low V-neck top on. She smiled thinly at us and told us to wait for the doctor to call us in.

Sitting down in the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, we waited in silence to be called in by the doctor. After ten minutes, we were sent in. Hands intertwined, we walked into the room. I smiled nervously at the doctor, who beamed right back at us.

"How may I help you today?"

"Well, erm…this is kind of embarrassing, but do you think you could tell me if I'm…pregnant?" I stuttered nervously, looking down at the ground.

"Well, there are home pregnancy tests available, you know."

"Yes, but we didn't want to risk any one we know finding out that I was buying a pregnancy test. Or worse, the press finding out I was buying a pregnancy test."

"Oh, yes, that's right, you're on that TV show? McDonald Trips, or something, right? My daughter loves it."

"I think you mean Mackenzie Falls. And yes, we're on it."

"Okay. Well, then, first off, I have to ask, how old are the two of you?"

"Eighteen." Chad said, shooting me a look to silence me.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Okay, well, this is a private clinic, so I'm not going to press, but I must remind you that if anyone eighteen or over-"

"We know that law, sir. With all due respect, we've been told enough times." I cut him off.

"Okay then. Well, I can run a quick test. Would you like to step over here for me please?"

(A/N: I don't know how it would work and everything, but imagine the doctor does a test that shows him what he tells Sonny.)

The test took twenty minutes, and when it was over the doctor asked us to come back tomorrow for the results. I was relieved, and annoyed at the same time. On the one hand, I had another day to be normal, if I was pregnant, but I knew it would only make me more nervous.

"Do you want to stay at home for tonight? One last night with your mom? Do you still want to move in with me? I know this could complicate things."

"Chad, if I'm pregnant, that's even more reason to move in with you. And I'll still see my mom. I'm almost eighteen, I'm old enough to move out."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I'm sure. Let's go. We never did watch that movie…"

"The Tom Cruise one? What was it called, Cocktail?"

"Yeah. Please can we watch it?"

"Yeah, sure. You need something to take your mind off things."

"Aw, thanks Chad! You're the best boyfriend I've ever had!" I grinned, but he frowned.

"How many boyfriends have you had then? Other than me, I mean."

"Well, there was Jason, Mikey, Logan, Archie, Dean, Joe, and this jerk James Conroy. Eugh." I shuddered, hoping to make him laugh, but he just kept frowning.

"Seven? That's a lot of guys, Sonshine."

"Oh, really? So, if I asked you to list every girlfriend you ever had, you could?"

"Sure. I've had a lot, but I'm not the type of guy to forget their names."

"Yeah right." I snorted.

"Becki, Laura, Keely, Hannah, Sarah, Fiona, Melanie, Henrietta, Jess, Amy, Beth, Lucy, Rachel, Dianna, Patricia, Louisa, Marta, Chastity, Tawni, Lea-"

"Whoa, did you just say Tawni? As in, Tawni Hart? From Son Random? You dated her? Did I, like, blink and miss it?"

"Nah, it wasn't really a relationship. We went out for a couple of days, but she dumped me. First time I was ever dumped, you know? Anyway, back to my list. Tawni, Leanne, Jodie, Kate, Zara-"

"Okay, Chad, you can stop now. I believe you."

"Good. We're here. You coming inside? Or do you want to sit here for ten minutes again?" he smirked, and I punched his arm.

"Stop it! Sheesh! Let's just go. I'll make popcorn, you go get the DVD." I smiled as we walked inside, shivering as the warm air hit my cold skin.

I went into the kitchen and made us some popcorn. Salty popcorn. Chad came back with the DVD and we sat down together to watch it. About halfway through, I drifted off, only to be woken up at seven by my phone.

"Hello?" I said groggily into the speaker.

"Hello? Is this Sonny? It's me, Doctor Jones. We have your test results. You can come in anytime." By now I was fully awake.

"We're on our way, Doctor. Thank you." I shook Chad awake, grabbing his car keys. He opened his eyes halfway and asked me what was up, probably planning to go back to sleep, but all I had to say was 'test results' and he was up, off the couch, and halfway out the door.

This time Chad turned the radio on, probably to distract me, but it didn't really help. It just gave me a headache. When we got there we spoke to the receptionist again. This time she was wearing and even lower-cut V-neck, if that was even possible.

We sat in the same place as last time, this time a little more nervous than before.

Finally, after twenty minutes, the doctor called us back in. We waited in silence, holding hands, for him to tell us the results.

"Sonny Munroe, Chad Cooper. I have the results from the test you did yesterday. Miss Munroe, I regret to inform you that you are not, in fact, pregnant."

"Really? That's…a relief, I guess. Wait, why do you regret that?" I asked, confused.

"Well, it isn't just that you aren't pregnant," he took a deep breath, then continued, "Miss Munroe, you aren't pregnant. Nor will you ever be pregnant. Not naturally. I'm so sorry, but you have a rare problem which prevents you from being able to conceive."

I felt like my entire world had collapsed around me. Chad gripped my hand tighter, and the Doctor continued speaking, explaining why and everything. But I couldn't concentrate. There was only one thing going around and around in my head. I'll never have a baby. I'll never have a baby. I will never, ever, have my own baby. And right then, I would have given anything to have been pregnant at seventeen. Because being pregnant at seventeen is better than never being pregnant at all.