Taking my glasses off, I rub at my eyes. I keep my eyes closed for another minute before opening them again to see the two little pink lines. Pregnant. One word that I never thought I would be before marriage. My parents raised me to be a “good little girl” and to get the good grades. They wanted me to be the perfect little daughter.
That’s probably why I became a nurse, but now, they’re going to be beyond upset. Their little girl is pregnant before marriage. Looking in the mirror, I sigh. My long blond hair is up in a ponytail since I had thrown up this morning. I’m still in my pajamas which are a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts. My blue eyes look a little hazy from being abruptly woken up, so I rub at them again.
Sighing, I put my glasses back on and grab my phone. Daniel’s number is number one on my speed dial, so I hit the number. The phone rings a few times, then goes to voicemail. I sigh again and put the phone down. He needs to know, my mind tells me.
Quickly, I get up and head over to my closet, getting a shirt and pulling it on. I shove the pregnancy test into my pocket and run out of the house. I jump into my jeep and peel out of my driveway. Daniel’s house is fifteen minutes away from mine, but I cut the drive in half.
When I pull up to Daniel’s house, I find no car in his driveway. Confusion fills me, and my eyebrows pull together. “Where is he?” I mumble to myself. Looking down at my phone, I see that there are no missed calls from Daniel. Again, I press the call button; and again, it goes to voicemail.
“Daniel, hey, I have something I need to tell you, and it’s important, like majorly important,” I say after the beep signals me that the voicemail is recording. “Okay, well, call me back please,” I say and end the call. With a disgruntled sigh, I put my Jeep into drive and start to back out of Daniel’s driveway.
Something in his bedroom window catches my attention, making me stop. Squinting my eyes, I look at the second story window. A shadow passes the slightly opened curtains, and a second later, another it passes again. He is home.
Since he’s home, I put the car back in park and climb out. I straighten out my shirt and put my hand in my pocket, making sure that the pregnancy test is still there. My nerves spike to new heights as I walk up to Daniel’s front door. Will he be happy? Does he even want kids? I mean, we’ve talked about marriage, but nothing has ever come from the conversations.
I wouldn’t say that I’m in love with Daniel because he wasn’t exactly my choice of a partner, my parents chose him. Nonetheless, I would like him to be there when the baby is born. When I turned twenty, four years ago, my parents set me up with Daniel because he was a “good match” as they said. He’s got a good job at my father’s law firm, and my parents love him. I have to admit that he’s charming and handsome, but he doesn’t have much else going for him.
To please my parents, I dated him. We fell into a comfortable relationship, but I have to admit that it’s kind of boring and dull. He works, and I work. He wanted me to stay home and be a good little housewife, but I refused to be like my mother. She is the perfect wife; cooking, cleaning and being polite all the time. I couldn’t do it, and I’m not doing it.
Like I said, we’ve been dating for four years, and it is the same thing over and over. Work, dinner, watch a movie at night and repeat. Our relationship has gotten less sexual over the past few months, and I can’t help but think he’s getting tired of me. We were never really intimate, but we had sex at least twice, maybe three times a week, but lately, Daniel has been busy with work, and he has pushed me away.
The last time we actually had sex was about a three weeks ago, and now that I think about it, he didn’t use a condom. I’m on birth control, but I had forgotten to refill my prescription. He promised me that he would use protection, but I guess he forgot.
When I get to Daniel’s front door, I pull out the house key that I have and slide it into the lock. My hands shake as I turn the key and push the door open. “Daniel?” I call out, thinking he might be able to hear me. When I get no response, I set my purse on the table by the door and shut the door behind me. I make my way over to the stairs to my right and start climbing them.
“Oh, baby,” I hear someone moan. It’s a man. I reach the top of the stairs and hear more grunting and moaning. The sounds grow louder as I get closer to Daniel’s room. My shaking hand raises to the doorknob, and I turn it, pushing the door open. The sounds get exponentially louder, and my eyes widen at the crude sight in front of me.
“Karley,” Daniel moans, thrusting into her. My twin sister squeals in delight at his movements.
“I can’t believe you!” I scream, making both of their heads snap up to look at me. My hand subconsciously goes to my stomach, and I cover my mouth with my other hand. “You are both dead to me!” I yell, running out of the room. Hurt fills me as I run down the stairs, grab my purse, and run to my jeep. I can hear my sister and my boyfriend- ex-boyfriend running after me, but I hop in my car and drive off.
In my rearview mirror, I see my sister and Daniel standing there watching me drive away. Taking the pregnancy test out of my pocket, I set it in my lap. Tears fill my eyes, and I wipe them away. My foot presses down on the gas pedal, and soon, blue lights fill my rearview mirror. A sob escapes me as I pull over and lay my head on the steering wheel. Today is not my day.
A tap on my window makes me look up to see a male officer standing there. I click the small button and wait for the window to go all the way down. The officer looks at me with uncertain eyes as I wipe away my tears. “Are you okay ma’am?” He asks, still looking wary. I shake my head no and take a deep breath.
“Well, were you aware that you were going seventy in a fifty?” He asks, and my eyes widen. “No, officer,” I sniffle, “I didn’t, and I’m sorry.” He nods, and his eyes fall to my lap, “Is this the cause for the tears?” He asks, pointing at the pregnancy test.
“No, I just… I went to tell my boyfriend, and he was- he… I caught him sleeping with my sister,” I stutter, more tears falling as I speak. I wipe the tears, and he nods, “Well, I’m going to give you a warning this time, but in future instances, please be careful while driving,” he tells me, and I let out a breath of relief.
Nodding, I put the pregnancy test in the cup holder and lean over to my glove compartment, “Thank you, officer, I promise it won’t happen again,” I tell him, pulling out a packet of tissues. I pull out two and use them to wipe my eyes and nose. I’m sure I’m not an attractive sight. He nods and walks away from my car.
Since I’m kind of unstable, I stay sitting here for a bit. I don’t want my emotions to overpower my driving. I watch as the police officer drives away, leaving me here. Sighing, I lay my head against the steering wheel and take a deep breath. I’m hurt and sad about their affair, but more than anything, I’m disappointed. I should have seen this coming. My sister is less geeky than I am and I think I’ve always known that Daniel preferred my sister.
When we would be at my parent’s house for dinner or a gathering, he would hang around my sister more than me. I guess I thought they were just friends since I was dating him, but no. I witnessed their ‘friendship’ today. I groan at the mental image that is now seared into my brain. I will never get that image out of my head.
What do I do now? He obviously won’t want the baby, and if he does, I will not give him any say in this. He cheated on me, with my own sister. He won’t be seeing this baby even if he begs.
My phone ringing brings me out of my thoughts, and when I pull it out, I see Daniel’s name flashing across the screen. I scoff at the audacity and answer the call, “What do you want?”
“Baby, please come back and let me explain,” he begs, making me roll my eyes. A heartstring tugs and I feel the hurt multiply, “Why should I? You have my sister to warm your bed now, so Daniel, don’t call me again. Don’t text. Don’t show up at my house,” I tell him, surprised at how stern my voice is. “I don’t want anything to do with you ever again. Have a good life,” I tell him, hanging up before he can reply.
Throwing my phone in the passenger seat, I put my Jeep into drive and head home. I can do this. I don’t need him.