The doctor had been taking her sweet time getting the results. Granted I wasn't wearing a watch, but it had sure felt longer than ten minutes. Perhaps the nurse just didn't know what the hell she was talking about.

For the love of God woman, hurry up!

I nervously picked at tiny plastic fragments on the underside of my chair, my nails grinding noisly against the rough surface. It was much like that of my nerves. I sighed deeply and slouched hard against my chair.


"Where are you?" I whined aloud, looking at the ceiling. Finally, the door opened. I quickly straightened and offered a weak smile.

"Hello Aimee, I am Dr. Weaver," she said with a smile, closing the door behind her. I followed her with my eyes as she passed me, her heels clicking softly on the tile floor below. "I have your results, and I am quite sorry for the delay." My heart felt as though it would explode.


"How does it look?" I blurted out before she had gotten seated. I was well aware of how desperate I appeared, but I didn't care -I just had to know the results. A soft giggle escaped her lips and she smiled sweetly.

"I understand your excitement, but before I tell you I'd like to discuss some things," she explained, adjusting herself on the small stool. I quickly nodded and sat back against my chair.

"Yes, right," I muttered.

"These are questions we ask everyone in your situation, so please don't feel that we are prying." Again I nodded, and despite her warning I felt slightly uneasy.

"Alright."

"Now, were you and your -" she trailed off.

"Husband," I quickly offered.

"Were you and your husband trying to conceive?" she continued. I shook my head shyly.

"No, we weren't," I replied. "We just got married a month ago, and wanted to have some time to ourselves before all that." Dr. Weaver nodded and smiled.

"I can understand that," she agreed. "Is this your first pregnancy?" I felt my heartbeat quicken as color flooded to my face.




"Umm, I ugh-"I stammered, blinking away the images. Could she sense something? Was it written all over my face? The heat was slowly climbing up my neck.

And then it dawned on me.

"Oh," I whispered, mostly to myself. I struggled to hide my quivering bottom lip.


"That's right, Aimee!" she cried, her eyes wide and happy. "You're pregnant!" I collapsed against the chair and emitted heavy sobs.


"Oh my God," I whined, gasping between breaths. "What am I gonna do, I don't know how to be a mother?" Dr. Weaver's smile faded, her eyes weighted with concern.


"Aww honey, no one knows how to be a mother at first," she assured me, her words kind and soft. "But we all learn and go on to be wonderful parents. You will do just fine."


From the doctors office I went to see Ben at work. I rode the elevator to his floor and against his secretary's wishes, barged into his office. He was seated at his desk, doing something on the computer.

"Ben I need to talk to you." He turned from the screen and stared, unmoving.

"Aimee?" he asked, evidently confused. "What are you doing here?" I broke into a sob and buried my face into my hands.


"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, rising to his feet. He walked around the front of his desk and took me in his arms. "Don't cry."

"I can't believe this is happening," I wailed. "I don't know how I could be so stupid to let it happen again!"

"Aimee, what is it?" I broke away from his embrace and sobbed.


"You're gonna be upset, I have this awful feeling." He placed his hands on my shoulder.

"What could I possibly be upset with you for?" he replied softly. "I love you. You know that."

Taking a deep breath, I turned around to face him. He truly looked concerned, but would he still be after hearing the news? What if he didn't want it. What if he didn't want me? I squeezed my eyes closed.


"We're going to have a baby, Ben." The world seemed to stop all at that moment. The cars on the street below fell silent, the gentle humming of the computer seemed to cease. I soon realized I had stopped breathing. And Ben hadn't made a sound. I opened one eye and peered at him.


"We're what?" he asked, finally. "How is that possible?"

"Duh we had sex, Ben," I replied dryly. He smirked and crossed his arms.

"You know what I mean, Aim," he began. "I thought you were on the pill?"

"I was, but apparently it failed." Ben growled and approached the windows.


"I can't believe this!" he cried. "I'm not ready to be somebody's dad." My heart sank. So, he didn't want it.

"Please don't make me get rid of it!" I wailed, clasping his arm. "I can't lose it, you don't even know!" Ben turned and stared at me.


"Maybe we didn't plan for this, but this baby exists for a reason," I pushed, choking on my sobs. "Please Ben, tell me you don't want to get rid of it." His eyes softened and he sighed, taking my hand.


"No, keep it," he whispered, studying my eyes. "We'll just... deal with it as it comes." I burst into tears and threw my arms around him.

"Oh God Ben, I love you!"


After I had calmed down, Ben suggested I go home and relax in a warm bath. I agreed that it was just what I needed so I left him to his computer once again. I was amazed things had turned out well. I guess Dr. Weaver really know what she was talking about.


"Shit."

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