I Wasn’t Even Pregnant Yet Novels & Stories

he says, showing me into a room. It feels about as happy as you can expect from a medical center. Doc Everett gives me a gown, then steps out of the room. I change quickly and Ajax helps me on the bed. “Are you nervous?” he asks me. I nod. “I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I mean, I'm not even showing, so this could be early on or I could just have a long pregnancy, right?” “Well, we weren’t exactly being safe when we were having sex. I know we talked a bit about having kids, but I hope this is okay.”

But… you know, whatever. I pulled up my message thread with her and quickly typed out the message in the best way I could. Me: So uhm, hey T. Me: We haven't talked much in the last few days and uhm… something came up. Me: I don't want you to freak out okay? What the hell am I saying? I was the one freaking out. Me: I am pregnant.

Or just the remains of my broken one? *** The next morning, I didn’t go downstairs. I didn’t open the curtains. I didn’t talk to Sarah. I didn’t eat. I ignored Grace’s conversations. I didn’t even brush my hair. I just sat in bed, hugging a pillow, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to a life I no longer recognized. I was pregnant. Four weeks. That was a month. A month of growing something I wasn’t sure I even wanted. A month of becoming a mother….without planning to. Without asking to. Without even being ready.

Noting just how perfectly cute they were, how they weren’t mine and how happy Celeste was at seeing them. Unintentionally assuming wrong. Assuming that i… that I was the one pregnant. I was the one expecting a baby and had bought those walkers in preparation. But I was not. I was not pregnant. I was not expecting a child, I couldn’t even have one even if I wanted! That wouldn’t happen, not anymore! Not the way they wanted, the way I had wanted, the way… the way I had always prayed it to be. It was not going to happen. And it hurt.

She doesn’t believe me. “Yes,” I confidently nod. I have to set the record straight before her gossip networks catch wind of this. “I promise you, I am not pregnant or anywhere near pregnant. I’m just about as untouched as a nun.” I confess, not a conversation I should be having with her, but it’s much needed. “The nun might be touched by the holy ghost but not—I..There is no possibility of me being pregnant Mom, even if my name were Mary.”

I unlocked the bathroom door and went back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. I had been almost, nearly pregnant and nobody had known about it except me. Not Jade. Not Priya. Not my mum. Not Liam. Nobody. I had carried three days of that alone and if the answer had been different I would have had to keep carrying it alone, because there was nobody in my life I could have taken that to right now. The fact that that was true did not sit well with me when I looked at it directly. It had seemed like a reasonable way to live until this morning, when it suddenly did not.

The glass reflected a version of him that looked the same as always—composed, steady, untouched. But it wasn’t. He hadn’t been able to concentrate all week. And now it was worse. Pregnant. The word replayed in his mind again, heavier each time it surfaced, as if his thoughts hadn’t fully caught up to the reality of it yet. Aira was pregnant. His child. He exhaled slowly, resting a hand against the desk as he lowered himself into the chair, his gaze drifting but not settling on anything in particular. It wasn’t the idea of being a father that unsettled him.

“I have more news though.” “More news? The fiancé is a big one!” “Yeah, then this will blow your mind, Ebba.” I said. “I’m pregnant.” “Pregnant!?” “Yeah. I only just found out today. I didn’t know. I haven’t even had any symptoms. It turns out I’m severely anemic and that’s why I didn’t have any of the symptoms. I’m considered high risk with this pregnancy. The doctor pulled me from work.” I said and I can hear the disappointment in my own voice.

“People go to doctors all the time.” “Not the way they did,” he replies. “They weren’t rushed or panicked, they looked prepared.” Prepared. My chest tightens just a little. “Prepared for what.” “She’s pregnant,” he says. “That’s why they were there.” For a second, I don’t speak it’s like my brain needs a moment to catch up to what my ears just heard, like the word doesn’t fit with the picture I’ve been carrying around in my head. “What,” I say finally.

Is it illegal to get a checkup when you're single? "No, my husband isn't here; there's an emergency at work," I explain. "Why? Is there a problem?" I ask. I became nervous as soon as she nodded and sighed. "I apologize, but... you are not pregnant."