Chapter 7 Confirmed and Decided
Brenda made her way to her food, she lifted the metal cover and closed it. She couldn't eat, she felt nervous and confused. What the hell was she going to do? She wasn't ready for a baby. She shook her head, what the hell would her parents think? They trusted her, let her go to Europe, let her live with Dylan.
"Bren are you sure your ok? You look pale."
Brenda nodded slowly, "Yeah I am fine, just tired."
"Your not hungry? Better enjoy it, last room service meal." Dylan smiled, "Tomorrow night we will be on our own."
Brenda nodded as she lifted the cover off her food again. She poked her chicken a few times, she looked up and noticed Dylan looking at her. She smiled and started to cut it and forced herself to eat it.
Dylan knew she was keeping something from him but obviously she didn't want to tell him. Dylan knew better than to push the issue, she would tell him when she was ready.
"So how was your first week of classes?" She said softly.
"Ok I guess, I like our poetry class, other than that my writing classes are good. I already have an essay to write though." Dylan took a deep breath, "Why cant we just read and write without the tests and papers?"
Brenda let out a small laugh, "It doesn't work like that I guess. So when is your last class tomorrow? What time are we going to move our stuff into the apartment?"
Dylan shrugged, "My last class is at 1, I can start moving stuff and you can just meet me after."
Brenda nodded and softly smiled at him. "I am going to go lay down, I have a headache and I am tired."
"Ok..Bren, your sure you are ok?" Dylan looked worried.
"I'll be fine after a good nights sleep. Goodnight." Brenda began to walk toward the bedroom.
"wait Bren." Dylan got up and walked toward her. He lifted her chin with his index finger and gently kissed her.
"Night" Brenda said softly and Dylan kissed her temple. He watched as she went into the bedroom and closed the door.
A couple of hours had past and Dylan turned off the TV and made his way to the bedroom. Brenda watched as Dylan undressed for bed. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep as she felt him climb into bed and cuddle close to her. His hand started to wander, down her thigh, he pushed her night shirt up. She tensed up at his touch as he slowly moved his hand across her belly. Dylan began kissing her neck, Brenda moved slightly and slowly moved away from him.
"You still have a headache?" he whispered.
"Yeah, I am sorry."
"I may be able to make you feel better." Dylan said seductively.
"Not tonight ok?"
"Ok." Dylan said calmly.
Brenda let him cuddle up to her again, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She closed her eyes and relaxed in his embrace. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she wasn't ready to tell him yet.
**
Dylan sat up and looked to Brenda's side of the bed. She must have gone to class already he thought. He pushed back his hair and slowly got out of bed. He made his way into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and started to undress. He thought about Brenda and how distant she had been the day before. Brenda had been an open book to him and it was bugging him he couldn't read her. She seemed sad, distant and distracted. Was she unhappy? Maybe home sick? Was she upset he pressured her into that apartment? He knew how important it was to be independent and be on her own. Was she feeling trapped? Dylan rinsed his hair and turned off the water. He reached for a towel and dried off. He stepped onto the plush carpet and wiped the mirror. Dylan looked at himself and rubbed his hand against his chin, his chin felt prickly so he decided to shave. A knock at the door made him jump and he dropped the razor. Dylan walked to the front door and opened it slightly.
"Yeah?"
"Oh your not Tom Detish."
Dylan shook his head, "No. Wrong room."
The women laughed, "I am so sorry."
"No problem." Dylan shrugged and went back into the bathroom. He looked at himself with shaving cream on his face then he looked to the ground for the razor he had dropped. He noticed it sitting in the trash can. Dylan reached into the trash can to fish it out. He noticed a pink box. He could see the top of it sticking out from the toilet paper. He slowly grabbed the box. Pulling it out, First Response pregnancy test. He bit the inside of his lip as he realized what has been on Brenda's mind. He reached inside and pulled out the white stick. He looked at it as his eyes grew wide. He looked at the box's picture on the back. One line not pregnant, two lines pregnant. He looked at the stick again, and there they were two bright pink lines. Dylan took a deep breath, why didn't Brenda tell him what was going on? Dylan stared at himself in the mirror, he was 18 years old and him and Brenda were going to have a baby.
**
Brenda walked up to the receptionist at the student health center.
"Hi I am Brenda Walsh, I need to see the doctor."
"Ok sign in here, What's going on?"
Brenda looked back before looking at the receptionist. "I took a home pregnancy test and it was positive." She said quietly.
The women looked her up and down and handed her a few papers. "Go ahead fill these out." she said coldly.
Brenda filled out the paperwork and handed it back to the women. She sat down and anxiously looked around the room. She wished Dylan was with her. She was nervous and she knew he would make her feel a lot calmer than she was feeling at the moment.
"Brenda?" the nurse called out.
She took a deep breath and followed her into the exam room.
"Hi Brenda, we need a urine sample." The women handed her a cup, "when your finished leave in the bathroom and we will run a pregnancy test on it as well. After your done, come on back in here and undress from the waist down, go ahead and use this to cover yourself." Brenda nodded.
She sat quietly on the edge of the exam table with the paper draped across her legs. Her parents were going to kill her. She felt like such a failure. The thoughts that were running through her head, were moving a mile a minute. Why wasn't she on birth control, damn it? She was smarter than this. What would Dylan say, would he freak out? Would he run away? Brenda took a deep breath and stared at the wall.
A younger women in a white coat entered, "Hi Brenda, I am Dr. Green, so you got a positive pregnancy test?" the women looked at her chart.
"Yes, I took one last night."
Dr. Green flipped through her chart, "We ran a pregnancy test here and it was positive as well. When was your last period?"
Brenda thought back, "August 5th."
Dr. Green did some calculations, "So it looks like your about 7 weeks pregnant from your last menstrual cycle. It should bring your due date to May 13th."
"Look Dr. Green, I wanted to get some information about options."
"Oh… of course." she walked over grabbing a pamphlet off the wall. "You should make an appointment with your gynecologist, they will be able to do an ultrasound, you should be far enough along to see the heartbeat."
Brenda gave the women a fake smile, "Yeah, thanks."
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"Nope, Does this pamphlet have clinic information?"
Dr. green slowly nodded, Brenda could tell the women was not keen on abortion.
The doctor did an internal exam and a pap, pretty standard in this situation and it was over pretty quickly.
"Ok well nice meeting you Brenda."
Brenda watched as the doctor walked out of the room leaving Brenda with her own thoughts.
**
Dylan paced back and forth in the hotel suite. He was officially freaking out, but not why you would think. He was freaking out because he wasn't freaking out. It made sense in his head. He wasn't freaking out because Brenda was pregnant, he wasn't surprised. He knew first hand how careless they had been. He was mad she didn't let him in, if anything he could have been there for her, timed it, held her hand during it. Dylan stopped in his tracks, Oh My god Jim is going to kill me. He had just gotten his trust back and he was about to lose it again. Dylan began biting his nails, which he did when he was nervous. He took a deep breath, this is ok, yes we are young but we love each other, I have money, I wanted to marry her eventually. People do this all the time. He tried to reassure himself things could work out. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the test. He looked down at it. Dylan took his hand and pushed back his hair and heard the door unlock. Brenda opened the front door and slowly came inside. She looked up to find Dylan staring at her. Brenda moved the pamphlet behind her.
"What are you doing here, I thought you had class until 1?' Brenda said uncomfortably.
"I didn't go." Dylan continued to stare into her eyes.
"What, why are you looking at me like that?" Brenda said as his stare intensified.
Dylan took a deep breath and walked closer to her. He held out the white test in the palm of his hand, "Why didn't you tell me?" Dylan was hurt.
Brenda stared at the test and exhaled. She moved past him sadly and sat down on the couch, throwing the pamphlet on the table. "I don't know. I guess I didn't want you to freak out."
Dylan moved and sat next to her, "well I am not but if I was I would want to freak out together."
"I went to the doctor to make sure."
"And?"
Brenda sighed, "7 weeks. Due in May. I made an appointment with the clinic tomorrow."
"The clinic? Wait you made your decision without me?"
Brenda looked at him with confusion, "Ah yeah, we cant have a baby right now."
Dylan stood up quickly, "You were going to get an abortion and not even tell me?" Dylan was mad.
"what is your problem? it's for the best." Brenda shot back/
"I can not believe you? Its my problem, my baby too, how could you be so selfish."
"What you want to have this baby, are you crazy? We are freshman in college, 18 years old, think about it."
Dylan fidgeted nervously, "Well…I don't know but I thought we could make the decision together. Damn it Brenda"
Brenda saw how upset he was, "Dylan I am sorry, I just figured."
"Figured what that I wouldn't want it."
"Dylan. Relax, your being irrational, I love you but we are not ready for this. After college, if we are still together, we can get married, and have a family. I am excided to be here in New York with you, I am excided to get into acting, and go to school. I am not ready to be a mother." Brenda swallowed hard, "I am sorry but I am not having it."
"I cant believe you would do that to our baby and not include me or even tell me?" Dylan shook his head in disappointment, "I thought I knew you better than that. And what if I do want it, don't I get a say in it at all."
Brenda began to cry, "I made up my mind."
Dylan shook his head in disgust and moved around her leaving the hotel suite and slamming the door.
Sorry for the short chapter, and I hope no one is mad it was just about B/D. The next chapter will be a CU chapter. Things are going to get interesting in Cali. Also tell me your thoughts on Brenda and Dylan and I hope no one is thinking, WTF is she doing this early in the game. Guess you will have to stick with me. : ) Anyone surprised at Dylan's reaction and or Brenda. Let me know and please review, I love hearing from ya.