Page 82 of Missing Pieces
I nod as he takes a light to my eyes and has me look in all directions. “Everything seems good,” he says. “You’re responding normally to light. We’ll just want to do an ultrasound and continue to monitor the baby to make sure everything is fine with him or her too.”
“What?!” I yell, causing me to have a coughing attack from the pressure on my throat.
“You’re about twelve weeks pregnant, Harper.” He deadpans, “I am sorry I thought you knew.”
I shake my head, holding in the tears.
“The baby was fine after the fall and during your short coma. We just want to ensure the baby is still fine after you’ve woken up and your heartbeat fluctuated slightly. I want you to stay here for at least twenty-four more hours so we can monitor the concussion and the baby but after, that there is no reason you can’t go home.”
“Thank you, Dr. Summit,” I muster between sips of water. He nods his head and leaves the room.
My dad squeezes my hand, obviously as astonished from the news as me. “Don’t worry I won’t tell your mother. But you should probably let that man of yours know.”
“Dad,” I huff. I rub my fingers along my temples, but that just makes my head hurt more. “I know he has to know, but I just can’t tell him right now.”
My dad looks over to Ivy and then back as he pats my knee. “I’ll let you two talk about this. I think this is more of a discussion for the two of you. I’m going to call your mother to let her know you’re awake.”
I watch him leave before bursting into tears. What the fuck? How did this happen? I wanted kids, but I never wanted to be a single mom. I can’t be a single mom. How am I supposed to take care of a child? I can barely take care of myself. I mean I can’t take care of myself. Just look how I fucked up my life in the last year. And shit, I can’t tell my mother she will try to auction me off to the highest bidder to ensure I am not a single mother without a job. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Ya done having an argument in your head yet?” Ivy asks.
I glance over to her and give her a death stare. She puts her hands up in surrender, “Harp you know I am behind you one hundred percent and whatever you need me to do for you I will. You want me to move here and help you get through this so you’re not alone, I will. You want me to kick Easton in the ass and tell him he needs to get his shit together and get you back? I’ll do that too. But don’t think you are alone for one minute in this.”
I am speechless, and I don’t know what to do, well, except cry. So, I do. I cry my heart out as I hear her get up and then sit next to me on the bed, wrapping her arms around me. I don’t think I have ever had a friend like her and that thought alone makes more tears come. She doesn’t speak a word, just comforts me as I let the tears fall.
After all this time, the thing I wanted more than anything, I finally have, yet I can’t find any happiness behind it.