A few weeks later, I groaned as I sat in the bathroom at the 3CG offices. I had came by to visit Zac at lunch but somehow, I had found myself in the bathroom, getting sick. It had been happening now for the past three days. I'd get sick every morning and it would last well into the afternoon.
Hearing a knock at the door, I sigh as I flush the toilet and lean against the wall, "Come in," I holler out, knowing I left the door unlocked.
When the door opens, I watch as Jessica comes in and frowns down at me, "Are you okay?" she asks as she bends down to my level. Her hand rests on my forehead and she makes a face. "You don't feel hot," she notes then raises an eyebrow.
"Because I'm not running a fever," I snap out as I roll my eyes. "I just, I have been getting sick every morning for the past three days and it lasts well into the afternoon. It always stops around dinner time," I shrug as I feel my stomach turn again and I make a beeline for the toilet, losing the contents of my stomach again.
Jessica remains silent until I am done and the toilet is flushed, "When was your last period?" she asks and I am confused by the question.
Biting my lip, I think it over, "March 10th," I answer finally remembering when it was. It's then that my eyes pop open. "Fuck, I'm late," I say as I look up at Jessica and see a small smirk playing on her lips. "I'm eight days late," I whisper knowing that I am usually like clock work.
"Do you think you could be pregnant?" Jessica asks as she stands up.
At her question, all I can remember is the night after my argument with Zac. We had, had unprotected sex. I hadn't taken my birth control but he hadn't thought just one time would hurt us. "Maybe," I answer as I stand up as well and slowly put a hand on my still tiny stomach. "I mean we just had sex one time unprotected. After that I took my birth control the next night."
Hearing Jessica laugh some, I look over at her, "Ave, all it takes is one time," she shrugs before turning to leave me alone in the bathroom.
I frown to myself as I keep my hand on my stomach knowing she is right, "I guess I'm going to have to go and buy a pregnancy test," I whisper before moving my hand from my stomach and leaving the bathroom. I don't even say goodbye to Zac after doing so. Instead I slip out the front door and go to my car, getting and driving to the nearest drug store.
When I get there, I park the car and get out, heading inside and to the aisles with pregnancy tests. I am nervous and I'm not even sure what kind of pregnancy tests to get. I just decide to grab three different kinds.
Once I have them, I go and pay and quickly leave, driving back to the apartment I share with Zac. The whole way there I can feel my heart beating faster and I know there are a thousand different ways my being pregnant is wrong. "God," I speak up as I sigh, "please don't let me be pregnant. It's wrong and there could be something wrong with the baby if I am. Please just let every test come out negative," I whisper as I feel tears sting my eyes.
Arriving at the apartment, I park the car and get out, grabbing the bag with the tests in them before heading inside. Immediately going to the bathroom once I am inside, I close the door and lay the bag on the counter, taking the first test out and opening it, reading the directions.
I chew my lip as I hold the stick and walk over to the toilet, using it as directed and then waiting. It's the waiting part that kills me because I just get more nervous. I know a child isn't right and I'm not even sure if I could go through with a pregnancy by Zac, especially if I knew the baby wasn't okay.
"Here goes nothing," I mutter to myself as I look at my clock and see the time for waiting has ended. Moving from the edge of the bathtub where I had been sitting I pick up the stick and frown when I see two very strong pink lines. I know two pink lines means I am pregnant.
Laying the stick down, I open the other box and read the directions deciding to take it as well. Maybe there was a fluke with the first one. Using the second one I wait the time it says and again check, this time greeted by a positive symbol. "Fuck," I hiss out before deciding on the last one.
By the time I am done with the third I have three positive pregnancy test results on the bathroom sink. This is not happening. I am not pregnant. I can't be fucking pregnant, but I am.
Falling to the floor I break down in tears as I bring my knees to my chest. This pregnancy just makes everything even worse, because I know once Kate knows she is going to flip her shit.
Staying in the bathroom for awhile, I wipe my eyes when I hear the front door open and Zac calling out my name. "In the bathroom," I answer him as I stand from the floor and fix my clothes.
When the door opens, I turn to look at Zac.
"What are you doing in here?" Zac asks as he steps in and raises an eyebrow. "Have you been crying?" he asks softly and I just nod my head at his question.
I'm not even sure how to tell him I am pregnant with his baby. "I...I found out some news today," I frown as I reach for one of the pregnancy tests, handing it to him. "We are having a baby," I whisper as my voice falters and I feel the tears coming again.
Zac just takes the test and looks at, staying silent for the longest time. So silent that I am afraid he is going into shock. "W..we're having a baby," he finally speaks and it's then I notice the smile on his lips. How can he smile at a time like this? How can he be happy?
"You're happy?" I ask as feel more tears coming down my cheek.
Zac nods and lays the stick back down on the sink, "Why wouldn't I be?" he asks me as he reaches over and wipes the tears from my eyes.
I just look away from him, "Because, this baby is going to make Kate so much more pissed off and not to mention the health problems it could have. You have to think of all the problems with incest babies," I mutter as I shake my head. Is Zac even using his brain right now? It really doesn't seem like he is.
"I know all of that Avery," he tells me as his hands rest on my cheeks. "But we can deal with Kate like we have been doing and as for the health problems, it's a fifty percent chance it could be fine too, lets think positive okay," he nods before leaning in and pecking my lips. "Let's just be happy that God allowed us to have a baby."
At his mention of God, I raise an eyebrow, "You really think God allowed this?" I ask not sure if it was God or us just being dumb and stupid.
Zac just smiles as his brown eyes lock with my own, "Of course I think it was God," he nods. "God has a reason for everything he does.
I just roll my eyes. I really want to believe him but it's so hard. I can't see how God would want us to have a baby together. I can't see how any higher being would. "I'll try to be happy," I tell him as I shake my head. "For you."
"Good," he smiles more as he leans in and pecks my lips again. "We're having a baby," he says as he pulls away and runs out of the room.
I just follow behind him confused, "Yeah, we are," I tell him as I find him in our bedroom, rummaging through his underwear drawer. When he turns around to face me I am even more confused at the box in his hand and him coming over to me.
When he opens the box, I feel my eyes widen at the diamond band in it, "Zac...but...we" I say, stopping and starting as I try to form sentences. "We can't ever get married."
Zac just grabs my hand and squeezes it, "I know, but I still want you to wear my ring," he says as he takes the ring out. "Just do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me," he laughs. "That's as good as being married isn't it?"
I laugh some as well, "I guess it is," I smile and nod. "I'll wear your ring and do you the honor of spending the rest of my life with you."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Zac tells me as he slips the ring on my finger.
Looking down at the ring on my finger I can't help but think that it looks just right. It fits perfect. "How long have you had this?"
Zac shrugs as he walks towards the door, "Since Valentine's day," he smirks. "Now come on, let's go out to eat so I can get fed...and if our baby is anything like me I'm sure it's hungry too."
I just laugh and shake my head, walking to him and taking his hand, "Your baby is nothing like you. If it was it wouldn't keep making mommy sick so she is never hungry."