“You’re going to be a father.” She smiles at him and pats his arm gently before getting up. “I should
leave you two to it, let it sink in. Congratulations to you both.” She pulls her bag up onto her shoulder.
“You have my number, call when you want to discuss details about having her transferred to a
specialist, Mr. Carrero. I can recommend a few. Emma, good luck.” She gets up to go and the panic
surges over me in a terrifying wave of ice, loosening my tongue at last.
“Wait. I can’t be, I mean I really can’t. I’m on the pill and we, I mean, I … haven’t missed one. It’s not
possible, this isn’t what was supposed to happen. I mean I should know, I would have known, wouldn’t
I? Oh, my God. I can’t … I can’t be pregnant; how can you be sure? You can make a mistake, right?”
I’m rambling, voice bubbling out in sheer freak out mode and about two tones higher than normal. My
hands flapping crazily in front of me. She pauses and gently lays a calming hand on my shoulder
leaning in close enough to make me sit still with bated breath.
“They pay me the big bucks because I’m never wrong, sweetie. Contraception isn’t one hundred
percent and right now you’re probably a little in shock. Take time to think it through and contact me with
any questions until I sort you out a referral.” She pats me gently, then without any sign of me
responding due to being completely speechless, she gets up with a goodbye to Jake, who is, quite
frankly, freaking me out with his unearthly quietness. She moves off smiling gently and waving, then
walks out without another word as we both sit silent, still staring at the spot she vacated.
I turn my head to look to him for some sort of help, willing him to say something … Anything … To
make this better or take it away or just help me stop floundering and freaking out. My body is ready to
self-combust with the sheer amount of panic coursing through my veins and I want to shake him hard.
Fucking snap out of it.
A strange sense of disbelief washes over me; some inner voice trying to get me to calm down. I don’t
think I’m awake. If I stay still, then I almost feel like I’m dreaming. I can try not to think about what she’s
just said as the cold fear washes over me, over and over, like an all-consuming black hole. I’m sure
doctors get it wrong all the time.
Even the $10,000 a pop variety that Jake employs?
“Emma?” Jake’s gravelly tone cuts into my thoughts, his grip on my hand has almost fallen away, and
now he’s looking at me with an odd expression; a faraway spooky kind of look in his eyes. He breaks
into a slow steady smile, as though realization has crept up from somewhere low down, and he jerks
forward in a flash, kissing me on the mouth ungracefully, hauling me into his arms for a hug. I’m
completely shaken by his reaction, wind knocked out of me, and still reeling with this new development.
Jake’s face radiates sheer joy, from zombie to hyperactive crazy man in one swift move, and it only
makes me want to throat punch him even more right now.
“Jake, she has to be wrong. I’m on the pill! I haven’t missed any.” The tears in my eyes are threatening
to come spilling down my face, my body is like Jell-O, and I’m shaking. The shock is changing into
some sort of soul gnawing reality that this is not a dream at all. Jake holds me close, wrapping me in
his arms slowly and carefully, as though he’s expecting me to turn hellcat and fight him; his eyes on me
warily.
“It’s going to be okay, bambino.” His soothing tone holds my panic in place and stops it from escalating
into the full-blown hysteria that has been simmering inside of me. His embrace unleashes the
overwhelming emotion hiding behind the fear in the recesses of my confuddled brain and it comes
springing out causing me to burst into tears.
I can’t be … I’m not ready for this. I don’t even know if I want to be a mother. Ever. I have no plan in
place for this, no real expectation of ever doing this.
“Hey, baby, it’s not what we expected but it’s not awful. Don’t cry. I know you’re scared, Emma, but I’ll
always look after you, I’m right here.” His tone almost sounds … pleased! I sit back glaring at him in
complete disbelief, wiping my hand across my sodden face, blinking at him as though he’s lost the plot.
I’m sure he’s had some sort of mental breakdown. Am I the only one seeing complete sense at how
ridiculous this is?
“How is this not awful? How is this not fucking craziness personified? This is a life, a real human life
between us that we never even talked about let alone planned.” I choke on the tears forcing their way
out and Jake wipes them away, receiving a hand slap in the process. It seems anger was close behind
my emotional outburst and I’m suddenly ragingly aggressive and want to smash things.
Barely five minutes ago, we were contemplating a life apart and whether I can ever let you kiss me
again and now we’re having a … Oh, my God I can’t even say it.
Anger gives way to choking fear, my head is a mass of confused emotions and feelings swirling
dangerously close to consuming me. I think I’m having some sort of heart attack.
“I know you’re scared, miele. I know this is a shock but, Emma, we’re going to be okay. It changes
nothing about how much I’m going to fight to make you trust me. It just gives me more reason to pull
out all the stops.” He looks down at my abdomen and smiles. I have a serious urge to punch him in the
face. Jake Carrero has left the building and some doppelgänger crazy weirdo is sitting in his place.
There’s no way in goddamn hell he can seriously think this is a good thing.
What the hell is wrong with him?
“Jake, it’s easy for you to say … You don’t have to be pregnant, or give birth, or do whatever a mother
does! Or be a mother!” I flap my hands at him and he has the sense to lean back so his face is out of
range; but he looks just the same, happiness bubbling under the straight and serious expression that
he’s trying to keep up, for my sake only. “How the fuck can I be a mother?! I don’t know how a mother
is supposed to be! I haven’t even touched a baby; I’ve never actually met one up close. Do you have
any idea how stupid this is? How messed-up we are and how bad bringing a life into this situation
would be?! Oh, my God I think I’m going to be sick.”
I flail my arms around trying to grasp the sheets of the bed to get out, but Jake is quick. He scoops me
up and hauls ass to the bathroom just in time to get my head aimed at the toilet bowl.
I give up my chicken soup in an unladylike projectile manner before slumping back in his arms and start
crying again. Emotional train wreck Emma is making a grand come back in remarkable fashion. I
literally have no control of the emotions I possess. I can’t even begin to dissect them or get them into
any real order or control.
So much for a timeout!
“And how many more months of this?” I cry, waving my hands at the toilet hopelessly, grabbing the
flusher in repulsion, sniffing back new tears. “And the fucking crying … I’m so done with all this crying!”
I yell at him.
“Listen to me.” He pulls me into his lap on the floor, and cradles my face close to his, trying to calm
down the freak-out I’m in the middle of having. He battles with my hands, so I’m not quite so viciously
poised for attack and smooths his fingertips across my mouth, softly and slowly. He knows how to bring
my focus to him. It slows down my crazy, my temper taking a moment to pause, drawn into his touch,
despite the whirlwind inside of me, he’s grounding me as effortlessly as he always does.
Breathe, Emma, get control. Watch those endless eyes and take some calm from him.
“Take a breath slowly with me … Try to calm down. Breathe with me, bambino.” Jake moves so our
noses are touching, and inhales slowly, those wicked fingers stroking my bottom lip tenderly,
encouraging me to do it too. I follow his steady breathing in and out as those entrancing green eyes
keep me locked in place. Slow, even, steady deep breathing, and exhaling until I feel less psychotic.
He’s bringing some sense of control back to my body even if my emotions are still out of whack.
“You need to let this sink in, okay? If you really don’t want to do this, Emma, there are other options. I
wouldn’t ever force this upon you.” The heartbreak in his face makes me feel physically sick and I think
back to when he told me about asking Marissa to terminate her baby. I doubt he looked at her the same
way as he does me at the idea of a termination, the look on his face has the same gut-wrenching effect
on me as seeing him cry did.
No, I couldn’t do that to him … to us.
I shake my head, catching the sweep of instant relief washing over him, removing any doubt as to
whether he wants this or not. I wish I could feel the same way but at least I know part of me,
somewhere inside, refuses to consider termination. I’ve never been someone to have an opinion over
pro-choice. I’ve always believed everyone should have their own choice in life and follow a path that
makes them happy in all things.
“I’m not going to get rid of our baby, Jake. I wouldn’t hurt you that way.” I sob as the words hit me. Our
baby. It’s like a slap, saying the words without even thinking about them, somehow makes this more
real.
We’re going to have a child together, our own little bundle of Jake and Emma mixed up together for
eternity, a creation inside of me that we put there.
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