CHAPTER601
All three tests say the same exact thing and are laid out on the comforter in a horrific row as we both stand staring at them from beside the bed.
“Fuckity, fuck, fuck.” I am in full panic mode and gawping at the little tiny words in front of us. I don’t have any emotion other than terror right now.
“That’s an understatement.” Arrick is having as much of a hard time of this as me and I turn to him in complete deflation.
“What are we going to do?” I’m clinging to his arm like a crazy person, free falling as panic and fear grips me, and I have no clue how to feel.
“Have a baby.” Arrick says it so weirdly like he too is trying to come to terms with this and I slap him in the shoulder. Instant anger at how dumb he is sometimes.
“Don’t be so fucking stupid… We are getting married! I still have a year of school to go and we don’t even have a kid friendly apartment or place for a baby in it. Our life has no place for a fucking kid” It’s a mind fart of epic proportions, anger bursting out of me because I simply do not know how to process this or react. I think I may be in shock, but he stares at me like I’m insane.
“You have another plan? Because there is no chance in fucking hell will you get rid of my baby, Sophie… I can’t even…” he lifts his hands in agitation and storms away from me, suddenly bristling anger for a guy who five seconds ago didn’t even want a kid. I throw one of the tests at him in frustration and it whizzes past his head as he starts to walk out of the room. So much energy coursing through me as my heart palpitates and my blood runs cold. I can’t think straight, I can barely breathe.
“I didn’t fucking say that… I’m scared, Arrick… I don’t know how to feel or react.” The tears hit me hard, sobbing the last word and he turns back to me, dropping angry in a nanosecond and comes straight back to me to wrap me in his arms. Soothing me with hugs and holding me tight.
“I am too, this is a shock for both of us and the last thing either of us needed. We need to not kill each other in the process of getting used to this idea. I think we need to let it sink in.”
I start to sob loudly and bury my face in his shirt. It just feels like everything has fallen apart in one fell swoop.
“I don’t want a baby.” Heart breaking that this is happening and seeing everything we planned, falling to shit around our ears. My life will be over, my career, my dreams, my hopes. We are barely okay as it is and only starting to fix the way we drifted apart, all this will do is end me.
“It wasn’t exactly my first goal of the day either, but this is happening.” Arry squeezes me tightly and then seems to go rigid. All those little bells start ringing and I look up at him in questioning panic.
“Sophie… There’s something else…” His voice, the way he says it like something dawned on him and I glance up, blinking away my tears.
“What?” My voice breaks, I don’t think I can take anymore shock right now.
“You can’t fly again, not until you pass the first trimester… When Emma was pregnant it’s all Jake kept going on about. You have to stay in Paris until it’s safe to fly.”
“What are you talking about? Why? What the fuck is a first trimester?” My head is not even computing the last ten minutes of pissing on sticks and he’s talking about what? Olympic sports?
“If your less than a month gone… Then that’s another two months here minimum. The first trimester is your first three months, when it can hurt the baby. I need to be back in New York in two weeks Sophie… You’re going to have to stay here and see a Gyno in Paris until we can take you home.”
“I do not fucking think so!”
This is not happening; this is not my life!"
