For the next few weeks, my days consisted of my usual duties and tasks. I got up, showered, got ready, met Liam at the coffee shop and spent the rest of my day with Liam. One day after he had taken me to the most beautiful restaurant ever. I got back to my apartment and immediately started to freak out. I had realized that a few weeks ago on that night spent with Liam, he did not use a condom, and I might just be pregnant. I called up my best friend Andrea and, still freaking out, tried my best to relay my freakishness in a way that she understood my dilemma. She said she knew exactly what to do and she said she'd be right over. After about 10-15 minutes, she knocked at my door. I slammed open the door and immediately bear-hugged her thanking her for being here for me right this very minute I needed her. I stepped back looking at her questioningly because she was holding a gray bag with a very familiar-shaped box. She stepped into my apartment and hugged me in sympathy. I asked her what was in the bag. She pulled out the item in the bag and I realized that she had just done the impossible. She had walked into our local drugstore and bought a box of pregnancy tests. I would have never done anything that risky, like ever. So I shrieked with delight and bolted to the bathroom closing the door and proceeding with my task. After I had finished I exited the bathroom bawling obnoxiously loud. She ran to me and immediately began to reassure me it really wasn't over and that I would not raise the baby alone. As you can tell, my test came back positive.
After she left, I debated for almost four hours holding my phone in my hand trying to decide if I should call Liam and tell him or not. Before I realized had happened I was waking up on my couch, death-gripping my phone and in my attire that I'd worn the day before.
I slowly got up off of the couch and ambled my sad-little self to the bathroom. But, this morning I didn't even shower, which is very unlike me. I just stood in the mirror looking at my puffy-eyed, bright-red-faced self. As I did, tears started rolling down my cheeks again. I tried with all I had not to cry but I just couldn't hold it in and I started bawling like a baby. Although my phone was ringing nonstop, I just sat there on my couch crying, looking at the picture of me and Liam from last month. I'm sure Liam and my friend were the ones calling, but I really didn't feel like talking to anyone.
I eventually passed out on the couch and woke up to Maybelle purring and rubbing up against my face. I sneezed and sat up looking around disorientedly. I stood up and got ready for my day.