Page 12 of Knocked Up by the Doctor

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.” Pulling away, she looks down at me. “Did you set an alarm?”

My body deflates. “No, my entire focus was peeing on the stick. Do you think it’s been long enough?”

She looks into the bathroom like she’s calculating the minutes since I left. “You should probably give it a couple more minutes.”

“What am I going to do if I am, in fact, pregnant?” I whimper.

“Well, if you are, I’ll call my doctor’s office on Monday and see who will take you on as a patient. If you want, I’ll go with you, and from there…,” she shrugs. “We’ll see.”

“That’s not very comforting,” I grumble. “I thought you were here to make me feel better.”

“I’m trying, but I’m also trying to keep it real here. I won’t give you false promises, but I will promise to always be here for you.”

Tears well up in my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands. “Oh my god, I’m pregnant.”

Lexie laughs. “Why do you say that? You haven’t even looked at the test.”

“Because I’m never emotional like this, and look at me.” I point to my eyes. “I’m on the brink of tears.”

“It’s a very stressful moment, but it doesn’t mean you’re pregnant.”

“You were the one who told me not to lie to myself, and now I finally see the light. The light is shining brightly in my face, blinding me to the fact that I’m pregnant and I only know the father’s first name.”

“Do you want me to—”

“No,” I stop her. “Don’t say it. Let me deal with one thing at a time. First things first, I need to get up and look at that test in there and see if my life is about to change forever.”

“I can look for you,” she offers, fingers squeezing mine.

“While I appreciate it, I need to do this on my own. Just don’t leave because I might fall apart depending on how many lines it has.”

Lexie gives me a small smile as I stand up and look at the bathroom. “You’ve got this.”

I nod as I take my first step toward my destiny. My knees shake as I journey into the bathroom. I crane my neck, trying to get a glimpse of how many lines there are.

From where I stand, I can see there are no lines but words.

“Did you get me a test with no lines?” I call out to Lexie.

“What?” She asks from right behind me. “I don’t know. I bought… shit, I don’t know. Whatever I saw first. You can’t go wrong with one that says if you’re pregnant or not. No miscommunication.”

Turning to her, I close my eyes. Now that the moment is upon me, I don’t think I can look at it—my future balances on what that stick says.

“I don’t think I can do it,” I cry, squeezing my eyes even tighter.

Her hands come up to rest on my shoulders. I keep my eyes clamped closed. “Do you want me to look?”

“Can we wait, and I’ll look tomorrow?”

“Uh… I think if you do that, the results might change. I’m not sure, but I think you should find out now.”

Peeking one eye open, I find Lexie looking over my shoulder. She must feel my eyes on her because she looks down and smiles. “Go look.”

Taking a deep breath, I turn and feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest as I take the two steps to where the test is taunting me.

Picking it up, I suck in a startled breath even though I knew what the results would most likely be.

Pregnant.

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