Philip is getting ready to leave for Atlanta on this Tuesday morning. I am waiting another week to start my new job so I can get settled in the house, and that's when the person I am replacing has her last day.
"Miss you, Andrea. Every day off, I'll fly home. In two weeks, I'll be moving in too," he promises.
" I love you, and I'll be okay. " I said, kissing him goodbye.
Suddenly, I found myself running to the bathroom to vomit. Philip followed me into the bathroom, carrying a can of Sprite. I guess he had gone to the kitchen before entering the bathroom.
I started puking in the toilet a ton. I definitely didn't want him to see it.
"Morning sickness," he says, handing me a Sprite.
"Is that what you think?" I asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed. I didn't exactly want my boyfriend to see me throw up, and he just had.
"Let's find out. You could take another pregnancy test. It's been a few weeks since the last one."
"Have you got one?" I asked, taking a sip of Sprite.
"Sure," he says, going into the bathroom closet and pulling one out. I should have known he was prepared; he had me take prenatal vitamins already.
"Okay, I need some privacy," I said, pushing him out the door. I peed on the stick, then set the test on the floor. I pulled up my underwear and shorts, allowing Philip to reenter.
"Will you look for me?" I said nervously. He picked up the test and smiled.
"Congratulations. We are having a baby!" he said showing me the test.
"Wow. I better find a doctor in Memphis," I said surprized.
" I will find the best OBGYN to deliver our baby. You aren't very far along at the moment. I want you to stay on bed rest if you aren't at work. These first few weeks are the most fragile," he tells me.
He insists that I return to bed, and has Paige bring me some dry toast. I didn't plan to stay in bed all day, though. Someone needed to take my puppy Willow for her walk.
He kissed my cheek before finally heading to the airport. Paige comes and sets on the bed with me.
"Are you excited?" She asks setting down the plate of toast.
"Yep. It's surreal. It feels like we've been trying forever. I think thats why he got Willow, incase I didnt get pregnant," I said looking over at my cute puppy.
"Martinez wants one. A baby not a puppy," she says, looking off.
"Are you not that into him?" I asked, curious about Paige.
"His parents picked him out for me. We are both Catholics, and my dad really liked him. He is a son of a family friend. Martinez has retired from the military, so I guess he has some money. And my family says he'll provide me security. They really encouraged me to date him. They want me to marry him. My parents are very poor," she said in a soft voice.
"Are you not in love?" I asked.
" I am nineteen. Not exactly the age where you want to get married and have babies. Martinez knows, but he is very lonely after his divorce. He thinks if we fuck enough, I'll be into him. I'd rather live with him than go home," Paige says, sounding depressed.
"Have you been in love?" I asked, surprised by everything I had heard.
Now it makes sense why this nineteen-year-old is with Martinez; she was only wanted away from her parents.
"His name was Jonathan. He killed himself our senior year. He used a gun. If he were alive, my life would be different," she says, looking down at the floor.
"I get it. My life isn't what i thought it would be either," I said.