Trust Issues
One step at a time
Olivia's POV:
Waiting 10 minutes to see if your pregnant is not an easy task. I paced around the bathroom of what seemed like a thousand times. I kept checking the stick, it was blank. After ten minutes, I closed my eyes and picked the stick up slowly. I peaked though the gaps of my fingers. The stick had a faded orange "x" on it. "What the hell?" I thought. I looked at the directions. It took me a while to find it, but when I found it, it was in small font.
Orange "x" appears when inconclusive.
"Great.Just great." I thought. I sat on the toilet and put my head down. I prayed to god that I wasn't pregnant. It's not that I didn't want to have children, just right now wasn't the time. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. I threw everything in the trash and tried to cover up everything.
"Olivia, are you in here?" He asked.
"Yea, babe." Is something wrong?" I said.
"No, but open the door." He said.
I got up slowly, and opened the door. He came in and leaned on the sink, staring at me.
"Is something wrong. You left out the house really fast and you've been in here for almost an hour and a half.
"Harry, don't be angry or anything. I honestly went to the store to buy... a pregnancy test." I said slowly.
He closed his eyes to soak in what I just said.
"I just took the test, but it came up inconclusive."
"So, you may be pregnant?"
I shook my head yes. I knew he was kind of angry. But, it wasn't my fault. We were both irresponsible and forgot to use protection.
He turned around and left. Tears started to pour out of my eyes. I couldn't stop it. "Why was he mad at me?" I didn't want this happen. The tears just kept coming out. My eyes were like a faucet that was left running. My eyes and nose were red when I was done. When I went into the living room, Harry was there sitting on the couch. He didn't even pay attention to me.
"Why are you mad at me?! I asked looking dead at him.
There's a possibility that I may not even be pregnant! I said yelling because I was angry that he was mad at me.
"I'm not mad." He said.
"There's always that 50% chance that you are pregnant and I'm not exactly ready to be a dad yet."
"Well, I'm not exactly ready to be a mother yet either." I said more calmly.
He came up to me and kissed me on the forehead.
" Let's just take one step at a time." He said.
"We'll go to the doctors tomorrow and see if your pregnant." He said still standing in front of me.
"Ok." I said hugging him real tight. I was lucky to have a great guy like Harry.
Waiting 10 minutes to see if your pregnant is not an easy task. I paced around the bathroom of what seemed like a thousand times. I kept checking the stick, it was blank. After ten minutes, I closed my eyes and picked the stick up slowly. I peaked though the gaps of my fingers. The stick had a faded orange "x" on it. "What the hell?" I thought. I looked at the directions. It took me a while to find it, but when I found it, it was in small font.
Orange "x" appears when inconclusive.
"Great.Just great." I thought. I sat on the toilet and put my head down. I prayed to god that I wasn't pregnant. It's not that I didn't want to have children, just right now wasn't the time. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat. I threw everything in the trash and tried to cover up everything.
"Olivia, are you in here?" He asked.
"Yea, babe." Is something wrong?" I said.
"No, but open the door." He said.
I got up slowly, and opened the door. He came in and leaned on the sink, staring at me.
"Is something wrong. You left out the house really fast and you've been in here for almost an hour and a half.
"Harry, don't be angry or anything. I honestly went to the store to buy... a pregnancy test." I said slowly.
He closed his eyes to soak in what I just said.
"I just took the test, but it came up inconclusive."
"So, you may be pregnant?"
I shook my head yes. I knew he was kind of angry. But, it wasn't my fault. We were both irresponsible and forgot to use protection.
He turned around and left. Tears started to pour out of my eyes. I couldn't stop it. "Why was he mad at me?" I didn't want this happen. The tears just kept coming out. My eyes were like a faucet that was left running. My eyes and nose were red when I was done. When I went into the living room, Harry was there sitting on the couch. He didn't even pay attention to me.
"Why are you mad at me?! I asked looking dead at him.
There's a possibility that I may not even be pregnant! I said yelling because I was angry that he was mad at me.
"I'm not mad." He said.
"There's always that 50% chance that you are pregnant and I'm not exactly ready to be a dad yet."
"Well, I'm not exactly ready to be a mother yet either." I said more calmly.
He came up to me and kissed me on the forehead.
" Let's just take one step at a time." He said.
"We'll go to the doctors tomorrow and see if your pregnant." He said still standing in front of me.
"Ok." I said hugging him real tight. I was lucky to have a great guy like Harry.
2/20/13