There's a small scene that might make people uncomfortable? So...uh...reader discretion is advised, maybe?
Summer 25
I couldn't help but want to be sick as I sat in the waiting room of the clinic, my mother was holding my hand as I squeezed it out of nervousness. Leonel sitting on the other side of me, giving me a smile that said everything was going to be okay. Barrett was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and I could see the silhouette of my dad waiting outside of the clinic because mom wouldn't let him in due to the slim chance that he would start something.
I began to shake slightly, hoping that Ceci and Jake were pulling a huge prank on me, and that I wasn't pregnant! But, with the signs, I shouldn't be getting my hopes up.
"Cl-Clara?" I heard Dorothy call as I slowly rose from my chair, I felt my heart pounding.
"I think it would be best, if you wait here, Leonel." Dorothy said in an upset tone, I noticed that Leonel had stood up as well, but immediately sat back down in his seat when he heard his mother. I began to shake nervously, his mother was definitely furious with, not only her son, but me as well. Mom grabbed my hand reassuringly and led me into the room; Natalie was washing her hands as she turned towards me and smiled.
"Good morning, Clara. I'm usually supposed to ask 'what seems to be the problem,' however, Dorothy has informed me of why you're here." I blushed a little as Natalie continued, "And if you are pregnant, it could be serious."
"Se-serious, how?" I asked.
"Well, your body is still growing and developing. One example is that your pelvic bones will not reach their full size until at least the age of eighteen, meaning if you are pregnant, and you do deliver, it will be a lot more difficult for you to deliver a normal sized baby, unless you have a cesarean section. However, we do not have the technology to perform that procedure, so we'll have to refer you to a hospital in a city, such as Norad, to perform the surgery." I began to shake, "If you are pregnant, we'll do as much as we can here before sending you to the city at least two weeks before your due date."
"Two weeks before?!" I asked in shock.
"Yes, sometimes babies arrive early term, and sometimes that arrive later than their due date; but it would be safer to send you two weeks early."
I began to shake as my heart thumped harder. I silently prayed in my head that I wasn't pregnant, the whole thing sounded terrifying.
"Alright, Clara." Natalie said, as she gave me a gown, "We're going to give you some privacy to dress into that. You will have to remove everything you're wearing now, and then I'll be back momentarily." And with that, she, mom, and Dorothy left the room, as I held up the gown. D-did she say I had to remove everything? I blushed as I quickly changed out of my clothes and into the gown, sitting back on the bed. A few moments later there was a knock at the door.
"Y-yes?" I asked as Natalie, mom, and Dorothy walked back in.
"Are you ready?" Natalie asked as I sighed.
"Not really." I said as I saw Natalie smile compassionately at me.
"I'll try not to make this any more uncomfortable for you than it already is, and I'll tell you everything I'm going to do. But first, I need to ask you a few questions." I nodded my head.
"When was the date or dates when you conceived the possible child?" I blushed, knowing Dorothy was in the room, writing this on her clipboard; and Natalie saying dates in the plural tone probably made the situation worse in my head. I mean, I did pretty much take advantage of her son.
"S-Summer third." I began, "It was just that one day."
"And when was your last period? You can just guesstimate."
"Uh, it was around the second week of Spring."
"And you haven't had one after?"
"No."
"Are they regular?"
"Ye-yes."
"Hm…alright, Clara," Natalie began, putting on a pair of sterile gloves. "I'm going to ask you to lay back on the bed and spread your legs. You're going to feel some pressure, but I'm going to be checking your cervix." I blushed while leaning back.
"Let me know if you become uncomfortable…or well, more uncomfortable than you are now." I began to do deep breathing exercises, trying not to think about the examination.
"Okay, we are done!" Natalie announced, pulling her gloves off, throwing them into a nearby trash can.
"Now, from what I can tell, you are pregnant. So, I want to make frequent appointments with you, starting in Autumn. My guesstimation on your due date is the first week of Spring. I'll write a referral to the hospital in the Kingdom of Norad. They'll ensure that you'll have a safe delivery. They'll also refer you to adoption agencies, if you decide on that. But you'll have plenty of time to think about that." The room stood still. I couldn't think clearly, the only thing I could hear was my mind screaming at me that I was going to be a mother. I saw Dorothy shaking from the corner of my eye, but I couldn't tell if it was an angry shake or a nervous shake.
"Well, we'll leave you to dress. Just come out when you're finished." Natalie said, but stopped midway when she noticed tears streaming down my face.
"I know this is scary. But you'll be fine, Clara. And Leonel seems to be very supportive of this. You two have been together since you were babies, and well, he hasn't left yet, right?" I smiled slightly, "Your parents also love you and your mother seems to be supportive of you as well."
"It's true." Mom began, wrapping her arms around me. "We love you so much, Clara. Your father and I will support you no matter what! Though, your father will probably need a while to adjust."
"A-and though I'm s-still disappointed in Leonel, you both have my love and support as well." Dorothy said, picking Fern up from a nearby table. I blushed and smiled slightly, feeling a bit better about the situation, surrounded by so many people who cared about me.