Chapter 19
Jennie
Lisa's face falls when she looks at her phone. Then her eyes narrow ever so slightly with fear.
"Sorry," she says, and stands. "It's my mother. I have to take this."
"Go ahead, honey," Mom says, not catching the worry in Lisa's face like I do. My anger goes out the window, and I'm concerned for her now. She mentioned having a sick family member. What if they couldn't fight their illness anymore?
I set my fork down, reaching for my water, and peer into the kitchen, trying to get a read on Lisa's face. Her back is to me, but her hand lands on her neck. Shit. Something is wrong.
"Jennie?" Dad says in a tone that lets me know it wasn't the first time he said my name. "Earth to Jennie."
"Yeah, sorry. What?"
Everyone laughs. "I asked you how's work going on the Batmobile." He winks and Jin stifles a laugh.
"Dad," I scold. "I told you I can't talk about it in front of others."
Mom shakes her head, and I look past her into the kitchen again. Lisa is off the phone now, but still looks stressed. Wanting to put everything behind us and start again, every fiber of my being aches to go to her and ask what's wrong and tell her I'll help however I can.
When she comes back to the table, I look at her, trying to meet her eye, but she keeps her gaze turned down on her plate, eating in silence for a few minutes until Jinwoo brings up stories from their college days.
After dinner, we go outside for drinks and dessert. Jin and Jackson leave first since it's already past Jackson's bedtime. Jinhwan and Donghyuk are the next to leave, and Kara's having a girls' night at her house and invites me to come.
I'm feeling sick again and all I want to do is curl up in bed and watch a movie. And talk to Lisa. The nausea gets worse and worse as the night goes on, and when I go upstairs to bed, Jinwoo and Lisa move into the living room to play video games. I shower, put on my pajamas, and crash into bed. I doze off and on for a while, eventually getting up to dig a mint out of my purse to try and settle my stomach that won't stop swirling.
I sit back in bed, feeling a little better with the mint in my mouth. Something is off, and I know it. I don't have a fever, and I don't feel like I have the flu. Plus, I'm not nauseous all day. It's just off and on.
Rufus jumps up next to me, resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers over the sleek fur on his ears, hoping I feel better in the morning so I can hang out with Jamie for a bit before I have to leave. A good night's sleep should do the trick.
Still, something nags at me in the back of my mind. Why am I so nauseous? Maybe from eating too much dessert? I binge on junk food every now and then and it never hits me like that. And eggs? Since when do I like—
"Oh my God." I sit up so fast it freaks out Rufus. In a mad scramble, I grab my phone, pulling up my calendar. I don't track my period, but I remember the last time I had it because I was in a meeting with a bigwig from Microsoft and felt it start. I was wearing a cream-colored pencil skirt that day, so of course it's seared into my mind. I made it out with no bloodstains, but still, it was a close call and I missed half of what was being said because I couldn't stop thinking about the bloodbath happening in my undies.
I flip through my calendar and find the date. Then I count forward. I should have gotten my period by now. I think I might throw up again.
I've been nauseous all week.
My boobs hurt and I've had cramps like my period was going to start.
But it didn't.
I'm exhausted.
And I threw up last night.
Suddenly, I can't breathe. Rufus whines, nudging his nose against my hand. I slide my arms around him, trying to get my heart to stop racing.
Lisa and I had sex roughly two weeks after my period started. Two out of the three times, she came inside of me. I didn't think much of it. It wasn't the first time I'd had unprotected sex. The odds are against me. It can take people years to get pregnant when they're trying.
But it can also happen in one shot.
Or twice, in my case. Though I don't know if that's my case. It could be really bad PMS. Yeah, that's what it is. I'm tired from work. Sick from stress. And I'm craving eggs because my body is low on…on…what the hell are in eggs?
In the back of my mind, I know it's more. And there's only one way to find out, and lucky for me, there's a Walmart close by that's open twenty-four hours. I get out of bed, not bothering with clothes. I do put on a bra though, partly because my tank top is white and partly because my boobs hurt.
It's late, and I don't expect Mom or Dad to be up anymore, or at least not in the living room. I can sneak out and back in half an hour. Maybe less. Quietly, I slip down the stairs, purse over my shoulder and keys in my hand.
"Are you going somewhere?" Jinwoo's voice comes from the living room. Dammit. He and Lisa are still playing video games, and if I'd come down a minute earlier, he probably wouldn't have looked up from the screen and noticed me.
"Yeah, I just felt like going out."
Jinwoo cocks an eyebrow. "In your pajamas? And I thought you said you felt sick after dinner."
"These PJs are comfy. And I feel better now," I lie. The nausea comes back with a vengeance. I just need to make it outside before I barf again.
"Really?"
"Really." I shift my weight. "I, uh, miss being able to go to Walmart at night. There isn't one close to me downtown."
Lisa's watching, not buying what I'm saying, but I know she won't question me.
"We'll go with you," Jinwoo says. "This controller is shit and I need a new one." He holds up the PlayStation controller in his hand and makes a move to stand up.
"Actually," I blurt. "I feel sick again." I really do. I almost trip going down the rest of the stairs in my haste to get into the bathroom. I open the lid just in time and bring up the little food that's left in my stomach into the toilet, throat burning. I slump onto the floor, feeling instant relief after throwing up.
"Jennie?" Lisa's voice comes from the doorway.
I look up at her, and my heart skips a beat.
"Are you okay? It sounded like you threw up again."
"I did," I admit. "I'm not sure I'm okay, actually."
"Maybe going out shopping at eleven at night isn't a good idea."
"I know."
Lisa reaches for me and I stand up quickly, trying to purposely avoid her touch. I don't think I'm strong enough to resist her at the moment, and after our close encounter in the kitchen earlier, I won't be able to hold out. The movement makes my head spin, and the next thing I know, Lisa has her arm around me. She closes the toilet lid and has me sit down.
With furrowed brows, she looks at me. "I think you should let me examine you."
I swallow the lump of vomit rising in my throat. Nerves shoot through me and I try to find the right words to say. Lisa, examining me. Removing my clothes and putting her hands all over my body. "I think that was part of the problem in the first place."
"What do you mean?" Lisa crouches down and rests her hand on my knee. I'm half-tempted to push it off and half-tempted to slide it up farther. "Jennie, we never got to finish our conversation from earlier, and I know now's not the best time and all, but if I keep waiting for the right time I'm worried I'll never find it."
Her fingers gently press into my leg. "When I said I was sorry, I meant it. I never wanted to hurt you. And I don't want to you regret that weekend, because I don't. The only thing I regret is not telling you how much I enjoyed being with you."
Her words come out jumbled, but I know she means them. If I weren't internally freaking out over the possibility I'm carrying her baby, they'd have more sentiment.
"So what were you going to the store for?" she asks after a beat passes and I don't say anything.
"Feminine products."
"Oh. Do you want me to go get you some?"
I open my eyes. "You'd go out and get me tampons?"
"Sure. Just tell me what to get. Jinwoo wants to go out anyway. I don't mind grabbing them."
"That's really sweet of you, Lisa," I start, mind going a mile a minute. "But that's actually not what I need."
Lisa looks at me in question. "Are you trying to sneak out and meet someone?"
"No, not at all." I sigh, debating if I should just tell her. This concerns her as well. Biting my lip, I get up and close the door.
"What's going on Jennie? You're kind of freaking me out, and I don't get freaked out easily."
I nod, nervously twisting my hair in my fingers. Maybe I shouldn't say anything until I know for sure. If the test comes back negative, I'll feel silly for getting her worked up over nothing. Though, it'd be nice to not be alone in this right now.
And mostly, I don't want to lie to Lisa.
"I'm not really sure," I start, swallowing hard. "You know I've been sick."
"Yeah, twice now."
I nod. "I've also been exhausted, craving foods I don't normally eat, and have had cramps like my period is going to start, but it hasn't. And it should have over a week ago."
Lisa blinks. "Okay."
"Okay? That's all you have to say? You're a doctor! Don't these symptoms add up to you?"
Lisa, who's still crouched down on the floor where she was before, stands. Her hand goes to her chin as she thinks. She looks at me, lowers her eyes to my abdomen, and looks into my eyes again. "You were going to get a pregnancy test."
"Yes." As soon as the word slips from my lips, panic sets in. Lisa takes my hand.
"Jennie." Hearing her say my name calms me. "Look at me."
I turn my head up and look into her deep, dark eyes. It feels so good to have her hand around mine. I want her to pull me close and hug me, to lay me down and kiss me. I'm so scared right now. I don't want to think. Just feel.
"We'll get through whatever happens. Together."
Tears well in my eyes and I nod. "Thanks." I exhale heavily. "I don't know though. Not yet. It could all be from stress, right?"
"When was the date of your last period?" Lisa asks, going into doctor mode.
"Sixteen days before we, uh…"
"Hooked up."
"Sure." I frown. It sounds so casual that way, which is all it was to her.
She nods the way TV doctors do when they're thinking. "That puts you at a typical time for ovulating."
"Right."
"It's going to be—" She cuts off when Jinwoo calls her name. "It's gonna be okay," she says quickly. "I'll get the test. Lay down. If you're not pregnant, you have a bug or something and should rest."
She looks at me, and this time her eyes are filled with longing, reminding me of the way she looked at me when we were walking along the river. I want her to look at me like that again, but because she wants me, not because I might be having her baby.
I turn on the faucet again and rinse my face with cold water, then go into the kitchen to grab a ginger ale before heading upstairs. There's no way I'm going to fall asleep before Lisa gets back. And how the heck is she going to get away with buying a pregnancy test without Jinwoo seeing?
Though I guess she could lie and say she's getting it for someone else. Lisa's smart. She'll think of something.
Getting into bed, I turn on the TV and make it through half an episode of Charmed before passing out.
I wake up, knowing exactly what's going on, but still bogged down by my dream that everything is perfect. My bedroom door is cracked open just enough to let the dogs in and out, and Rufus moved from my side to the foot of the bed where he could lay under the fan.
Thirsty, I get up to get a drink, and see a small paper bag with my name on it, scrawled out in messy black letters. It's folded down and stapled shut.
Curious, I grab it and rip it open. There are two pregnancy tests inside, along with a note from Lisa.
Jennie- I wasn't sure what kind to get, so I got two. I can be with you when you take it if you want. Whatever happens, it'll be okay.
-Lisa
I look at the tests and try to decide what to do. If I am pregnant, having Lisa there will be reassuring. And if I'm not, we can both celebrate together. I put both boxes back in the bag and slip it in a drawer on the nightstand.
It's only seven o'clock, and everyone is still sleeping, I'm sure. Getting out of bed, I pad into the hall and pause outside of Lisa's door. My stomach flip-flops, and this time I know it's from nerves. I slowly open the door, set on slipping in and quietly waking Lisa up.
My heart lurches when I see her lying there, reminding me of when she fell asleep on my couch. Back before we fucked things up. Rufus runs past me and jumps onto the bed. Startled, Lisa sits up, eyes focusing on me.
"Did you take it?" she asks right away.
I shake my head, wrapping my arms around myself. "Not yet. But I do have to pee."
She pets Rufus, gently pushing him back so she can get out of bed. She's wearing boxers, and the last thing I need right now is to gaze upon her gorgeous body.
"Want me to come with you?"
"Not into the bathroom while I'm peeing, but yeah when we look at the tests."
She's at my side and we quietly walk back to my room, which shares a jack-and-jill bathroom with what is now Jackson's room.
"Where's Jinwoo?"
"Passed out on the couch downstairs," Lisa tells me and stands in silence as I rip open the pregnancy tests. I take them both into the bathroom and close the door. I carefully position them under myself and cap them as soon as I'm done. I flip them both over, not wanting to look. It can take a minute or two before the result pops up anyway.
I extend my hand to Lisa, who takes the tests. "It says to wait—"
"You're pregnant," she blurts, looking down at the test.
"What?
She holds up the digital test. There's no mistaking the word pregnant in bold black letters. "It already said it when I looked. And this one—" she holds up the other "—is faint but it's there. You're pregnant, Jennie," she repeats as if she has to say it again to herself. She stares at the test for a minute. "Fuck." She turns around, gripping the tests in one hand and grabbing the back of her neck with the other.
"I thought you said everything was going to be okay."
"It is, it is," she says too quickly, and closes her eyes for a second. "Let's sit and talk about this."
I wash my hands and join her on the bed. She puts the pregnancy tests on the nightstand, staring at them like they might spontaneously turn into a baby.
"Based on the time of conception, you're around five weeks pregnant," she says, tone level. She's going into doctor-mode again, and it's helping me stay calm. "That's early. I'm, uh, sorry you're having morning sickness already. Is that the right thing to say?" She snaps back to just Lisa. "That I'm sorry?" Her hand lands on mine. "I don't know what to say. About any of this."
I blink back tears, hand landing on my stomach. "There's a little baby in there," I say slowly. "And it's part of me and it's part of you."
Lisa turns her head in, fingers slipping between mine. Her lips part and lust sweeps through me. Not stopping to think, I lean forward. Lisa lets go of my hand and cups my face, tipping my chin up as she kisses me.
Wasting no time, I grab Lisa's sides and pull her onto me. We fall back onto the mattress, with her between my legs. My clit begs to be touched. Now. The need is real, and if Lisa doesn't strip me down and fuck me, there's going to be trouble.
I curl one leg around her, arching my back and thrusting my hips against hers. Her cock hardens and she moves her lips from mine to my neck. I stick my hands down the back of her boxers, squeezing her ass.
"Jennie," she pants. "Are you sure you want this? I mean, I do, but I want to make sure you don't regret it later."
Damn her and her chivalry. Letting out a breath, I bring my hands back up her ass, down her sides, and to her shoulder. My libido is saying yes, but my mind says no.
And my heart…that poor thing doesn't know what to think.
"It's not what I want, Lisa," I pant. "I need you."
That's all she needs to hear from me. Lisa dives back down, kissing me hard as she pulls my shorts down. She moves to the side and slips her hand between my legs. I let out a moan only to clamp my hand over my mouth. Lisa circles her finger around my entrance, teasing me.
And then the stairs creak.
My door is open, and you can see right into the room when you stand on the landing. Lisa moves off me so fast she falls off the bed. I sit up, not bothering with my shorts and pull the blanket over me and look into the hall, expecting to see Jinwoo or my dad.
It's Rufus.
"Seriously?" I shake my head. "He does weigh as much as an adult."
Lisa gets back into the bed, but she doesn't move on top of me. Doesn't kiss me. Doesn't touch me.
"You're pregnant," she says, face paling.
"Yeah. I am." I fold my hands in my lap and feel like I might pass out. "I'm pregnant and you're the father." Slowly, I turn to look at Lisa.
Her face is pale, and her brown eyes are wide. She swallows hard, and reaches forward, putting her hand on my stomach. "It might be possible to hear a heartbeat already."
The tears I'm holding back start to fall. "So you want this baby?"
"Jennie," Lisa says, taking my face in both hands this time. "Yes."
My bottom lip starts to quiver and I burst into tears. Lisa pulls me to her, and I bury my face against her shoulder, trying to muffle my sobs. So much rushes through my head right now.
Lisa might want this baby, but we're not together. I'm in Chicago and she's four hours away in Indy. I have a full-time job that I love. I live in a busy city away from my parents, and—oh my God. My parents are going to kill me.
I'm a grown adult, but still. Are they going to be disappointed?
"Hey," Lisa soothes. "If you don't want it…it's your body."
"I do. I mean I think I do." I put my hand over my stomach, remembering images friends have shown me of early ultrasounds. The baby looks like a blob and nothing more. So why do I already feel attached to it? It has to be these stupid hormones, which explains my mood swinging rage at Lisa.
"Take some time," Lisa says. "We just found out."
I sit back, wiping my eyes. "You didn't even question me."
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't ask if you were the father."
She tips her head. "Is that a good thing?"
"Yes," I say and start crying again. "I don't know why I'm crying!"
"It's okay. This is a shock. We didn't mean for it to happen. But it did, and we'll figure it out." She kisses me again, and something passes through me, making me relax. "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but we'll get there."
I let out a breath. "You sound so sure."
"I'm not."
"That's not reassuring."
She smiles. "I thought you liked it when I'm honest."
"Lie to me. Just this time."
She caresses my hair and pulls me back to her chest. "I'm positive things will be fine."
"Thank you." I close my eyes, listening to her heart beat. There's so much to do and even more to say. I'm pregnant, but that's the easy part—and none of this is easy.
What's going to happen when the kid arrives? We don't live together. I work full-time. Lisa works more than full-time. I don't want to quit my job, but I don't want to be away from my kid all day.
I get queasy again, and as relaxing as it is to have Lisa rubbing my back, I push her away.
"I think I'm going to throw up again."
Lisa follows me into the bathroom, and gathers my hair into her hand, holding it back as I lean over the toilet. I close my eyes, not sure if I should will myself not to puke or if I should just let it happen so I feel better.
"You said it's early to have morning sickness," I grumble, throat feeling thick. "Is that bad?"
"No, not necessarily."
I turn my head up only to move it back, getting sick. Lisa hands me a wad of toilet paper to wipe my mouth with and then helps me up. I rinse my mouth out with water and crawl back into bed. The sick feeling in my stomach is gone. For now.
"But it could be bad?"
"It's not my area of interest," she says almost guiltily. "But I wouldn't say it's not normal. Nausea during pregnancy tends to peak later on, so I hate to think this could get worse for you."
"It can get worse?"
"It might not. And there are great anti-nausea medications you can take."
I put my head in my hands, feeling dizzy. I inhale and get no air. Lisa's hands land on my arms, gently pulling me to her. She doesn't kiss me, but she keeps me in her arms and lays back on the bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"About feeling sick?"
"I guess, but I meant you being pregnant and, uh, all it entails."
I bite the inside of my cheek. "That's the adult thing to do, right?"
She runs her fingers up and down my arm. "Right."
I close my eyes, tears rolling down my face. "I'm not ready to be an adult just yet."
"Neither am I."
"Jennie," Lisa whispers. I'm not quite asleep, but I'm close to it. Lisa rubbed my back for what felt like hours, though it was probably more like twenty minutes. Going into self-preservation mode, I blocked out all thoughts about babies and focused on how good it felt to have Lisa touching me.
Which is a different issue altogether.
"Jennie," she repeats. "Someone is awake downstairs."
I open my eyes, wishing I could go back to that Friday night. Would I tell Lisa to put on a condom or would I shut her down before the sex even started?
"Don't tell anyone," I rush out.
"I won't. Not until you're ready."
"Thank you, Lisa. I mean, I don't even know when this…" I swallow the lump in my throat. "…This baby is due."
"Around March twentieth."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yeah. Give or take a week. Due weeks are the new due days, I've been told."
"March twentieth. That's a good date."
"It's close to my birthday," she says and it hits me that I don't even know when her birthday is. I've known Lisa for years, but I don't really know her.
"When is your birthday?"
"March 27," she answers.
"Mine is—"
"January 16," she finishes. "I remember."
I tip my head up to look at her, surprised by that. My eyes fill with tears again, but hey, at least I can blame this on the hormones. Though truth be told, I cry when I'm scared and right now I'm fucking terrified.
"I don't know what to do, Lisa," I whisper.
She sits up, eyes nervously shifting to the open door. Right. She's worried about Jinwoo seeing her. Oh my God. Jinwoo is going to beat the shit out of Lisa when he finds out she knocked me up. And then Jinhwan, Donghyuk, and Jin will all get in line to take a turn throwing punches.
Not only do I have to tell my parents I'm pregnant, I have to tell my brothers.
"We'll figure it out, Jennie. Together."
I pull the blankets up to my chin and close my eyes. Just last night, I was hell-bent on hating Lisa Manoban for the rest of my life. Now her baby is growing inside of me, and I'm slipping.
"Lisa," I start, shifting my eyes to her. "I don't want you to be with me because we're having a baby." I say each word slowly and carefully. Inhaling, I sit up and try to gather my composure. "I'm an adult. I made the adult decision to sleep with you that night. Twice. And then again the next day." Rufus jumps onto the bed again and army crawls his way between Lisa and me. I bury my fingers in his thick fur, thankful for the distraction. "And then you went back to Indy, and yeah, I wished you would call, but you didn't and I got over it, and it's okay." I'm rambling again, and there's no end in sight. "Like I said, you don't owe me anything. We're adults and did an adult thing and this happened."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Don't be with me just because I'm pregnant with your baby." Dammit. That sounded way more dramatic than I wanted it to.
"I don't want you to go through this alone."
"I won't. I have no doubt you will be an amazing father, but Lisa, I'd rather us not be together and raise this kid the best we can as single parents than try to force something that's not really there." Each word hurts as I say it, but I have to think about this child first.
This. Child.
My child. Lisa's child. Our child.
And now I'm crying again.
Lisa takes me in her arms, soothing me by rubbing my back. "It's going to be okay."
My mother's voice floats up the stairs. She's talking to Jinwoo, chastising him for passing out on the couch and not going upstairs into one of the guest rooms. Lisa moves away and wipes a tear from my cheek.
"It's going to be okay," she repeats. I want to believe her, but I can tell she doesn't even believe herself.
