Page 52 of Pregnancy Scandal
When I got to the hospital, Mia was talking with the doctor.
That first phone call I’d missed from Mia had come in nearly three hours ago. I could have kicked myself for missing it and going to the damn woods.
Mia smiled when I rushed up to her.
“Is she okay?” I asked. “What happened?”
“She fainted, and I couldn’t revive her. She’s okay now. You can go see her,” Mia explained with a gentle smile. “Let me take you to her room.”
We walked down the corridor.
Abby was in room ten. Her parents sat with her. My spirits lifted when I saw her sitting up on some pillows dressed in a white hospital tunic.
Her face lit up when she saw me.
“I’m sorry I got here late,” I said, rushing up to her.
I didn’t care who was watching, or what anyone thought, or what conclusion she’d come to from seeing Giselle at my house, but I kissed her.
“I’m okay,” she breathed, cupping my jaw. Her voice sounded weak.
“I think we’ll allow you guys some privacy,” her father said, giving me the same warmth in his smile her mother gave, and like the way I always took Abby’s hand, he took his wife’s and led her out. Mia followed.
As soon as the door closed, I turned back to Abby.
“Baby, what happened? Tell me what happened to you? Please don’t tell me you had some problem you cast off as a bad tummy ache or eating bad candy.”
Although her skin looked pale, a hint of color rushed to her cheeks.
“I’m… pregnant. Gilly, I’m pregnant,” she answered, and her face brightened again.
The combo of joy and shock that filled my entire body was paralyzing.
I searched her eyes and found I was unable to talk. I didn’t know what I’d expected after all these weeks of us trying, but hearing she was actually pregnant filled me with the kind of happiness I’d always heard people talk about but never thought I could have.
“Abby… we… you’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?” As I spoke the words, I still couldn’t quite believe it. It didn’t seem real.
A tear trickled down her cheek. She nodded, and it was only when she ran her finger over my jaw that I realized I was crying too.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried.
My mind went back to months ago, to the day of the Super Bowl. I remembered getting the ball and knowing if I could just get to the end zone, we’d win. The Centaurs would celebrate an epic win, and the ball was in my hands to make it happen.
As I ran that day and the crowd went wild with excitement, lightning took over my movements, and I did it. That touchdown was what I thought would be my greatest achievement in life.
It wasn’t. It was this moment as I looked at my girl pregnant with my baby.
I placed my hand to the flat of her stomach, looking at her in disbelief because she was so small, her waist so tiny.
“I’m three weeks. My blood pressure is super low, and I’m uber anemic. That was why I fainted. They want to keep me in for a few days,” she explained. “But I’m okay, and the baby’s okay too.”
I smiled at her. “Oh, Abby…”
“I know, it doesn’t feel real yet. Feels like everything’s about to change.”
And I would be there.
As I looked at her, the damn choices evaporated from my mind. If she decided she didn’t want to be with me, I’d spend the rest of my life getting her to trust me, getting her to believe that she was it for me.
