Ok, so let's just say that Addison, Amelia, Naomi, and Zoey went back to LA and they're living their lives and everything, BUT it's 3 months later instead. Zoey is now six months pregnant. Sorry if it bothers you that I skipped some months, but it's what I want.
Zoey walked into the kitchen followed by Addison and Amelia. They had spent a better half of the day doing more baby shopping. Zoey was sure that this baby was going to be the most spoiled child on the planet. Even though they didn't know the sex of the baby everyone kept buying clothes anyway, mainly the girls at the practice. Every time one of the girls was in a store and saw something they thought would be cute on a baby they bought it, regardless of the color and size it ended up in the nursery to be. This kid would basically be set through first grade when it came to clothes and some toys.
"Well that was a successful trip," Amelia said sarcastically.
"Hey, it is not my fault that I want to know if the baby will be a boy or girl before I buy any more stuff." So far, every ultrasound that Zoey had the baby was always turned away from the front, making it impossible to know the sex.
"Maybe if we do another ultrasound it will cooperate this time and we can tell." Addison said. The perks of having an obgyn as a mother were that you could basically have as many ultrasounds as you wanted and for free. "We can do one on Thursday, my day isn't too busy so you can just come to work with me and hang out. Sound good?"
"Yepp. Can we eat? I'm starving!"
"Of course you are," Amelia said, smiling. They ordered dinner and watched a movie, Addison making sure to send Zoey upstairs before she fell asleep on them again.
The next morning when Zoey woke up Addison had already left for work. After she had showered and got dressed she went downstairs onto the back deck. She was sitting in one of the chairs, reading a pregnancy book, when she heard the doorbell ring. Sighing she got up and walked to the front of the house and opened the door, starring in shock at who she saw.
"Nick? What are you doing here?" she asked, unsure of why her ex-boyfriend was standing in front of her mother's house in LA. He had broken up with her about six months ago because she wouldn't sleep with him.
"I just wanted to see you Zo. You're dads girlfriend or whatever, told me where you were, I hope that's ok. Can I come in?" he asked, pushing past her without waiting for an answer. "Damn, this is a nice house." He said, looking around.
"Why are you here Nick?"
"I told you, I wanted to see you. I was thinking about us the other day. We were so good together and we should get back together."
"Well you just get straight to the point, don't you?"
"I miss you Zoey. I know I was a jerk, but you have to take me back, we can work on everything." Zoey stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you blind? Or just stupid?" she asked meanly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you not see all this stuff lying around?" she motioned to all the stuff for the baby, "Do you not see this!" she motioned to her stomach, which though it was not huge you could still tell there was a baby there. He stared at her. "I'm pregnant Nick!" She was getting frustrated now.
"Who the hell did you sleep with?" he asked after a moment's pause.
"You, Nick! I am pregnant with YOUR baby! Congratulations daddy!" she yelled.
"How did you…I thought you were on birth control!"
"I was! It doesn't always work!" she stared at him waiting for him to yell back, "Aren't you going to say something?"
"Were you ever going to tell me?" he asked somewhat calmly.
"Excuse me?" Zoey was thrown off by the question.
"Were you ever going to tell me that I am going to be a father?" Zoey hadn't really thought about it, she has told everyone from the start that the father was a jerk who pressured her into having sex, so no one really asked about him. "I have rights Zoey. That's my baby in there!"
"So? It's not like you actually want a kid! You told me when we were dating that you hated kids!"
"That's different Zoey! This is MY baby! My son or daughter! I want to know them and see them grow up."
"How can I trust you though? How do I know that you're not just saying all this to trick me?"
"Zoey, please. A kid deserves a mother and a father; I don't want my kid to grow up thinking that I didn't care about him. I want to be there." Zoey stared at him.
"Why are you so sure about this? I mean, a baby is a huge responsibility; it's not just an accessory you can choose to take off one day and take the next. How do you know that you want to raise a kid? You're only 17; it will basically ruin your life."
"Please Zoey. I know that it won't be easy. And you don't have to have much to do with me. I just want to be involved in the baby's life." She looked at him, he sounded so sincere but she wasn't sure if she could trust him.
"I need to think about this. I'm not saying no, but I just need time to think. How long are you going to be in LA?"
"As long as I need to be." Zoey considered this,
"Ok. I will call you tomorrow and we can meet somewhere and talk more about this, ok?"
"Alright. That's good." Zoey let him out the front door, then quickly called a cab to take her to the practice. She needed to talk to Amelia.
She walked into the practice twenty minutes later and headed straight for Amelia's office, becoming disappointed when she found it empty. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Amelia's number,
"Where are you?" she asked as soon as Amelia answered.
"About to go into surgery. Why, what's wrong?" she asked, worried about the baby.
"Nothing really. I just need to talk to you about something. How long will the surgery take?"
"A few hours."
"Can I just wait in your office for you?"
"Sure sweetie. I gotta go though, so I will talk to you later ok?"
"Alright, bye." She hung up the phone and went to sit behind Amelia's desk. She turned on the computer and started browsing the internet. After she had been in there for a while the door opened, Zoey looked up but instead of seeing Amelia walk in she saw Violet instead.
"Oh, hi," Violet said, clearly not expecting anyone to be in the office.
"Hi. What are you doing?"
"Just dropping this off for Amelia to look over," she said, holding up a patient file before placing it on the desk. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for Amy. She's in surgery right now, but I have to talk to her. It's important."
"Well, if you want, you can talk to me. I know I'm not Amelia, but I am really good at listening and talking," Violet offered. Zoey considered it,
"Ok, I guess I can tell you," Zoey said, needing to figure out what to do about Nick sooner rather than later. Violet sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of Amelia's desk.
"So what's up?" she asked.
"My ex-boyfriend is in LA. He showed up at my house this morning with absolutely no warning at all. I haven't even seen him since before I left Seattle, the first time. And he started talking about how he loved me and he was a jerk and that I should forgive him and we should get back together. And then he realized that I am pregnant and that he's the father. And I kind of expected him to freak out and scream and yell at me, because that's what he does. Yell and scream and freak out. But he was so serious about wanting to be responsible for the baby but I don't know if I can trust him. How do I know that he won't be a terrible father? But now that I think about it I don't really want this baby to grow up without a dad." Zoey was rambling at this point and Violet stopped her.
"Ok, first of all, take a deep breath. You're freaking out, and freaking out is not good for the baby. So you need to just calm down." Zoey took a few deep breaths before speaking,
"Ok, I'm calm. Now tell me what to do."
"I can't just tell you how to fix your problems Zoey," violet said, laughing slightly.
"But you're a shrink. That's your job."
"No, I help people work through their problems. Not just give them solutions." Zoey sighed,
"Are you sure you can't just tell me what to do?"
"Nope. I can help you figure out what to do though. If you want my help that is." Zoey thought about it, normally she would wait for Amelia, but she knew that surgery for her would usually take a minimum of five hours, and since she was so impatient she decided she couldn't wait that long.
"Alright then. Shrink me." Violet laughed again.
"Ok, let's go to my office then," Violet led Zoey into her office. Zoey sat on the couch and Violet sat in the chair across from her.
"So how have you been feeling lately? With the baby and all?"
"A little tired. Mom says that since I'm younger that the baby might make me a little more tired and worn out than it normally would. But I don't throw up as much anymore, so that's an upside."
"That's good. Are you excited for the baby?" she asked, know that Zoey had a rocky start to her pregnancy.
"I am now. Especially now that mom is ok with it. She's more supportive and helping me with everything. We did more baby shopping earlier."
"Did you get anything cute?"
"Well I bought stuff that the baby would need. More diapers, wipes, bottles. Mom and Amy bought stuff they thought the baby would look cute in. You guys don't even know if the baby is a boy or girl and you all have bought way more clothes than the kid will ever need."
"You can never have too many clothes for a baby. And you have to admit that they are all adorable." Zoey sighed,
"Yes, they are. Which is probably why I keep letting you give them to me. We're doing another ultrasound on Thursday, mom thinks might be able to tell the sex of the baby if we keep trying."
"That's exciting. Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"Either one. As long as it is happy and healthy I don't care if it is a boy or a girl."
"That's a good attitude to have. So tell me about Nick, what is he like?"
"Well," Zoey thought about it for a second, "He's a jerk." She said simply.
"Ok, can you tell me more about him? Why he was a jerk?"
"He's just one of those guys. He cared more about himself than about me. But he always had to know where I was and what I was doing. He was really controlling. I had to spend most of my free time with him to keep him happy. Now that I think about it I don't know why I stayed with him for as long as I did."
"Zoey, did he ever hit you?"
"No. I think he came close a couple times, but he never actually hit me. He would just yell a lot, and loudly."
"So do you really want him to be the father of your child?" she asked.
"I don't know. He may not act like that to the baby. He may love the kid and treat it perfectly. How do I know if he is going to be a jerk to the baby?"
"You need to talk to him about it. You both need to sit down and have a serious conversation about what you want and go from there."
"I told him I would call him when I was ready to talk to him. Will you go with me to talk to him? I don't think I would know the right things to say and you do. It's your job."
"Of course. Just let me know when you need me and I will be there. Or you two can come here."
"No way. I'm not bringing him here. Sam is here. And I think Sam might kill him, so we aren't meeting here." Violet laughed, knowing Zoey was right about Sam. Ever since she had gotten pregnant he had been very overprotective of her. "Can we do it tomorrow? I want to get everything figured out as soon as possible."
"Yeah sure. How about I come over around ten and we can all talk?"
"Sounds perfect. Thanks for helping me Violet."
"Any time kiddo." Zoey smiled and walked out of the room. She called Nick and told him to meet at her house tomorrow at ten, then went to visit with her mom.
So, what did you think? Sorry if the Violet/Zoey conversation started out kind of awkward, but did you like it? There is more to come in the next chapter.
Do you think the baby should be a boy or a girl? I haven't really given it that much thought, so if you have an opinion let me know.
Now, I hate to be that author, but I only have two people who end up reviewing. Is there just two people reading or are my readers just not reviewing? I don't mean to sound rude, but maybe a few more people could review?
Hope you liked it!