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Hunnie Inzotta







"Hi Doc--Doctor Linsa?"









"Yes Hunnie, it's me."







"May I come in an hour earlier, I'm really feeling unwell."








Standing by the kitchen counter hunched over in pain and clutching my stomach, my eyes were closed shut as I spoke on my cellphone.





"Yes of course darling.

Do you need an ambulance--"





"No!

No...

I can drive..." A breathily sigh of exhaustion leaves my mouth.





"Alright sweetie,

Come right away!" She clicks the phone off.







Struggling to stand on my own two feet, I had to ask myself why was I in pain. Two weeks have passed and all I've been doing was resting and eating when I could, so why do I hurt?







Is it Bahm again?







"Maybe my cycle is finally starting?"






Speaking sluggishly to myself, I retrieve my car keys off the hook of the kitchen wall, sliding my feet into the first pair of sandals lining the front door and walking right through, disregarding the short bed wear I was still wearing.





My lower stomach and thighs throbbed with every step I took down the porch and to the white picket fence.



Wincing but keeping my eyes on the floor, I desperately just wanted to hurry and sit inside my warm leather seats.









"Good afternoon Miss Hunnie!"

Yelled the neighbor across the street, but I was too busy counting my agonizingly slow and steady steps to the car.












"Miss Hunnie?

Are you alright?" The man yells again, taking a few steps down his porch stairs.








Finally realizing he was indeed taking to me, I lift my head in confusion, sending him a crooked pained smile. Nodding, I wave back, finally lowering my arms from my midsection and standing straight before sitting in the car.





By the time I arrived to the clinic, my doctor was already waiting for me in the lobby.





She must be alarmed since she hasn't seen me in over two years.









"This way Hunnie."





She throws her arms over my shoulder, escorting my limping frame to the bathroom for a urine sample and to the back room.

I couldn't believe I left my house wearing my pajama dress! Boy I feel extremely embarrassed now. My old coworkers might think the worst of me!











"Go ahead and get undressed.

I promise to make everything quick, so I can get you the proper antibiotics you might need!

I'll be right back!"







Slowly pulling the spaghetti strapped dress over my head, the pain grew with each movement I made.

After grabbing the hospital gown, a knock comes to the door and Doctor Linsa walks in.







This could of been me if I hadn't met Bahm...







"So I'll be drawing some blood from you and taking a look at your test just momentarily.

So far no infections or diseases, we are running a pregnancy test and searching for any parasites."









Upon laying on the examining bed and beginning to have my inside elbow poke, I close my heavy eyelids, wondering if my shattered heart could also be repaired. The pain there, was more than anywhere else, but my soul doesn't want any sympathy, it just wants to be at peace.









"Ms. Inzotta?"







My eyes flicker open and I sit up abruptly. The pain seemed to be dying down, allowing me to move normally again.

Looking up at the clock above Linsa, I didn't realize I had actually fallen asleep. I was so thankful she let me rest in here, so I smile apologetically and rub my face.









"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to fall asleep." Pulling the paper blanket over her chest, I was so embarrassed.









"It's totally alright Hunnie, you seemed to need it."







"I do have some explanation for your discomfort you've been experiencing the passed two weeks."







My eyes go wide, giving the doctor all my undivided attention.





What a sigh of relief!









"Thats great," I say, following Doctor Linsa with my eyes, seated in her chair and beginning to open a vanilla colored folder.







"You stated over the phone that you've been feeling nauseous as well, right?"







"Umm... yes. I noticed when I get emotional it gets worse." I rubs my sweaty palms together anxiously, hoping I was fine and they hadn't find anything too serious, with my luck.









"You've been...sexually active?"







"Uh....n-no...

I haven't."







What the hell... I scrunch my eyebrows at her as she tilts her head and continues flipping through papers in the folder.







"Well...according to your urine sample and blood test analyzations,....

it seems the you are expecting, and you do have quite a bit of protein in your urine,

double the amount you should have at this stage." Linsa looks up from her vanilla wafer folder with a bitter smile.







I don't think I heard anything she just said, she spoke so quickly, so I tuck my hairs behind my ears, prepared to ask her to repeat herself.









A few seconds go by as Doctor Linsa and I have a stare off.





......







.......









.......











"WHAT??"







"You.. are pregnant Hunnie, the nausea is totally normal in pregnancy."











This must be some sick joke.







"Wh--No....--"









"The high levels of protein in your urine is the thing I'm most worried about. Have you been stressed, drinking plenty of fluids?" She cuts me off.









More seconds go by before I could internally register what she was asking of me.





There was no way I could be pregnant.

She just asked me if I was sexually active, and I said no!







"D-D-Doctor?

Are you sure those results are...f--for me?"







Doctor Linsa goes over the paper work with me again, assuring the lab results matched with my date of birth, blood type, DNA, and the time I visited the hospital today.







Bewildered wasn't even the word, this couldn't be it...









Jumping off the bed in a panic, I read over the papers myself in a frantic hurry.

Low and behold, a sentence stating pregnancy results were positive for a Hunnie Inzotta born February 1st 1997, almost made me faint. All the hairs on my body rises, who is the father if I haven't bed anyone in years?









"But Doctor!

I haven't slept with anyone in over two years!

How could this be!" A sobbing shriek escapes my throat, I drop the papers and hold my face with both hands.







Doctor Linsa watches me confusingly with a saddening look on her face, simply telling me to schedule another appointment when I feel well enough for a sonogram.







My whole frigid body was shaking in denial.

This must be an accident or really cruel joke!





Tears streamed down my blank face as I got dressed,

So lost in thought that I walked straight out of the room, and out the clinic doors.







"Hunnie?"







"Hunnie!"









"Ms. Inzotta!

You have to schedule!"







Voices behind me began shouting, but my lifeless feet remained glued to the floor, taking my emotionless and body to the car.







It wasn't until I was tried attempting to cross the street, when I finally came to.



Surprisingly I had the test results in one hand and my key in the other, I lowered to the curb, sobbing at this cruel reality.









"How!

How...c-can...this...be!" I cried out loud, listening to the cars zoom by only feet away from my body.







If one of those cars hits me, I'd hope it would all end now and fast.

I'm so lost and alone, not sure how to handle the unexplained news I just received.







A car tire screeches and pulls off to the side of the road suddenly, but my attention isn't to them. Instead, I unravel the crumpled up paper in hand, attempting to read the results again through my watery tunnel vision.





'"Date of positive pregnancy test__October 22nd, 2022'"







"WHAT!

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!"







A voice so vicious frightens me to my core that the paper blows right out of my hand, and when I follow it with my eyes, I see that it lands right above the head of Kris.







KRIS??







He jumps up swiftly, collecting the crumpled up paper in his hand and charging towards me.







"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE HUNNIE!

WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE A WHORE!!!"



He pulls me by arms harshly.





A whimper leaves my mouth as pain shoots from my thighs and to my midsection.







"What is your problem!

Do you think what you are wearing is appropriate?" He continues his shouting as I try covering my plunging neck line and tugging down on the pajama dress.





"No--No..it was an acc-"







"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE!" He bellows.





So defeated with every and anything I do, only if this was a long dream I was having while waiting for them both to return to me.







His attention goes to the paper in his hand and to my horror he begins opening it.





"No!

Give it back!"



I cry, trying to rip the paper out of his hands, but he only shoves me away even more after noticing how eager I was to retrieve it.

With falling onto the cemented sidewalk, landing on my backside, my dress reveals my bare bottom, scratching my skin.





The eyebrows on Kris's face scrunches in confusion as I watch him read the results.







It's over for me now.



Not only could I not explain how this could of happened, I didn't think I had it in me to even open my mouth with the deadly look he was now giving me.







"What.

The.

Hell!

IS THIS..." He squeezes the words through his teeth as he clenches down so hard.

With red eyes and thinned lips, he reaches down for my throat, lifting me right off my feet.









"Hunnie.

What the fùck,

am I reading?

YOU'RE CARRYING...WHOSE BABY!!"