“Mrs. Blackwood?”
I nodded and swallowed at Mrs. Wilma, my doctor.
“Would you please follow me?” She said to me.
I instantly rose and walked behind her, clutching my purse to my stomach, digging my nails into the leather strap.
She directed me to a room and I sat down in one of the chairs so that I faced her when she sat down. She sighed and placed her clipboard on the counter next to her. She faced me openly and I knew it was bad.
I knew that I didn’t want to hear what she had to say.
But I stayed rooted to my chair, clinging to my purse for dear life.
She opened her mouth to speak and I suddenly burst of in tears, crying for no good reason other than that I knew what was coming.
She didn’t look surprised that I had this reaction, but I felt obliged to explain why this was so terrible.
“You-you see… my husband, soon to be ex-husband… he um… he cheated on me.” My voice got high pitched at the end and I wasn’t sure if she understood me, but she nodded.
“I’m very sorry, sweetie. I imagine it wasn’t the easiest thing, being so young,” she glanced down at her clipboard, “only twenty-three? My goodness.” Her voice dropped down an octave, “It sounds to me like this ex of yours doesn’t have much common sense, honey. In my opinion, he needs a swift kick to the balls.”
I choked out a laugh through my tears and wiped my eyes, “Thanks.”
She nodded and asked if she could continue. I said that she could.
“The urine sample that you gave us indicated that you do not have any STDs or any disease what-so-ever.”
My eyebrows drew together, “But I thought that’s what you were going to tell me. You had that look on your face, like you were about to drop a bomb on my…” My voice trailed off as I realized that she still had that look. She wasn’t done talking.
“Mrs. Blackwood, you’re pregnant.”
My head swam and my grip on my purse went slack as black dots danced before my eyes.
“W-what?” I stuttered.
“You’re three months along, sweetie.”
I glanced down at my belly and rubbed my hand over it, “That’s impossible.”
But of course, it wasn’t.
“Maggie?” Her voice was anxious and I remembered thinking that it was good someone cared about me enough to worry. No one else in my life did.
And then I slumped in my chair and passed out.