/Amber’s pov/
This couldn't possibly be correct. Please tell me this is some kind of huge mistake, or even one of those hidden camera shows, and that people are about to jump out and shout 'Gotcha' at any moment. I'm desperate for an explanation.
When he asked if she had start taking it on the first day of her period, she replied affirmatively, "Yes."
I made a shaky motion with my head. "It had been a couple of weeks since my period had ended. Does it really make a difference? " I inquired, my nerves beginning to fray.
"All right, so when you start taking the pill, you must do so on the first day of your period, and then it will begin to work immediately. " It will be effective after two weeks if you begin taking it within five days of receiving it; however, if you begin on any other day, you will need to begin taking your second packet before it will be effective," he explained softly.
It didn't even begin to work until two weeks ago, when I started my second pack, and we had been having unprotected sex throughout the entire time period. Mike was still looking at him with a piercing gaze. He hadn't said anything at all, and I wasn't even sure if he was still breathing when I approached him. He was sitting so still that it appeared as if he were a statue in front of me.
I smiled as the doctor walked out of the room, a portable ultrasound machine in hand. "I'm going to get one and we'll take a look, OK?" he said, as he disappeared behind the curtain.
“Mike?” I spoke in hushed tones. He was honestly a little frightening to me; I'd never seen anyone so still in my entire life; it didn't seem natural. He didn't say anything. As soon as the doctor returned, I stood there and watched him apply gel to my stomach while pressing a small device that looked like a small microphone to my stomach and rolling it around.
Oh no, please let this be a clerical blunder.
He came to a complete stop, holding it still, and nodded. Yes, I am unquestionably expecting a child. From the looks of the sizes here, I'd say you're about four to five weeks pregnant. "Do you want to see something?" He extended his hand to me, holding the small handset out in front of me.
"No," I said emphatically, pushing the object away quickly.
My apprehension was based on the fact that I would be unable to complete the task at hand if I saw. We were too young to have a child, and having a child would have ruined everything. We'd only just gotten together because there was so much going on at the same time. Because Mike would be leaving me for college in a few months, we were unable to have a child. The dreams of Mike were never in jeopardy, and I would never deprive him of the opportunity to pursue his dream of becoming a professional hockey player. Due to the fact that I needed to maintain my composure, I couldn't look at the little handset or see the little baby inside.
"You don't want to see?" the doctor inquired, a little befuddled by the situation.
I made a shaky motion with my head. “No. "I'd like to have an abortion," I stated emphatically.
Mike got up and left. Oh, thank God, it's finally here!
"Would you like an abortion?" What? Why?” He was taken aback and cried out.
I looked at him, and he looked at me as if I'd just suggested clubbing a seal or something, which was horrifying to see. "It has to be done," I explained, attempting to divert his attention away from his intense stare. I went to the doctor for help. "Is it possible for me to finish it today?" "Can you tell me what I need to do?" I inquired, a little nervously.
"Well, there are two options: a medical abortion, which is a pill taken today and tomorrow, and a natural abortion, which would essentially induce a period. Alternatively, there is a surgical option, which would require general anaesthesia and would entail "basically removing everything," he explained in a businesslike tone.
I felt a shiver run down my spine. Those were two words that I despised the sound of, but I knew I had to do it. As much as I wanted to think of it as a baby, a tiny little Mike, that was not an option for me because otherwise I would be unable to get rid of it.
"Could you please give us a minute?" Mike had made the request. The doctor nodded and walked out the door in a jiffy. What the hell are you doing, Angel?" When Mike and I were alone, he inquired. He grabbed my hands and looked at me as if I had lost my mind or something similar.
"Mike, we're not going to be able to have a baby! I'm sixteen years old. You've decided to attend college. Shaking my head, I explained that we couldn't do it.
He made a shaky motion with his head. "Angel, could you please consider this? I adore you, and you adore me. I hope that one day we will be able to have children. "I mean, holy crap, this is a LOT sooner than I anticipated." He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, a nervous look on his face.
"I’m sorry, Mike, but we can't. For goodness sake, you're going to college in Boston; I'm not capable of raising a child on my own. Keep your wits about you!" With a shake of my head, I sobbed. He wasn't considering the implications of his actions.
He climbed onto the bed and took up a position next to me. "Please, Angel, just listen to me out, okay?" he pleaded. I nodded and stared at him, unable to see what he could say to make things right in this situation. There was nothing else he could do, and there was no other option available to him. "Nothing in the world can compare to how much I adore you. Just prior to this happening, I had decided to reject my scholarship and attend a local community college," he explained. Despite the fact that I opened my mouth to tell him that he was being stupid, he covered it with his hands, looking at me pleadingly. "I'd like to invite you to accompany me to Boston," He said. He shrugged and continued, "But I can't ask you to move away from your home and Jake and your friends, so I've decided to stay here with you instead."
He's just too darn cute, sweet, and thoughtful, it's ridiculous. But how in the world does any of this relate to the fact that we are expecting a child, which means that he would most likely not be able to attend college because he would have to drop out and get a job? I'd have to drop out of school before I could even get my diploma.
He smiled as he tried again and again to persuade me to change my mind. "I think we could make this work; I'm sure my mother would be willing to assist." I plan to attend college and work part-time in the evenings and on weekends to supplement my income. Alternatively, we could arrange for a childminder so that you could attend school while we finished your correspondence course. "Or maybe even my mother would do it," he speculated, a hopeful expression on his face. "That's our first child in there, Angel," That's a baby that we both helped to create. Could you please just think about it for a moment? It will be difficult for a short period of time, but once I am signed by a team, I will be able to provide you with whatever you require. "Both of you," he cooed, lightly rubbing his hand over the top of my stomach.
"I don't want to ruin your future, Mike," I said in hushed tones.
He kissed me lightly and smiled at me. As he countered, he slipped his hand under my top and placed it on the inside of my stomach. "Angel, you're my future," he said.
As he stroked his hand across my stomach, I looked at his beautiful face; his blue eyes were sparkling with love as he touched my stomach with his hand. "I didn't do this to put you in a bad situation," I said nervously.