As the waiter wrote it down, my eyes drifted over to the pregnancy test.
There is no way I’m pregnant.
None.
“Okay, water for you and what would you like to eat?”
Pulling my eyes from the box, I said, “Wait. I didn’t order water.”
“Oh, honey, now that you’re pregnant, you need to drink more water.”
Melissa lost it laughing again as I shot our waiter a dirty look. “Stop it! I’m not pregnant.” With a frustrated sigh, I rolled my neck again to ease the aching pain. “I’ll take an iced tea with a cup of French onion soup and a turkey and swiss on wheat.”
“All righty, I’ll get this in and get those drinks.”
Finally he was moving on from this pregnancy nonsense.
Melissa stared at me as I continued to pretend like she didn’t exist.
When the waiter came back, he set our drinks down and grabbed the test.
“The name is David, ladies, and if you end up having a boy, I expect it to be named after me.” Reaching for my hand, he pulled me up as Melissa jumped up like a five-year-old set loose in a candy store.
“Wait! This is mutiny!” I cried out.
“Sweetie, you’re not in control here,” David said as he pulled me along behind him while Melissa practically skipped behind us. Stopping outside the women’s restroom, David handed me the test and said, “Pee straight!”
I was positive my expression was one of confusion. “Who are you?”
Looking at Melissa she was covering her mouth and fighting to keep her laughter in. “I hate you both and I don’t even know you, David!”
I grabbed the box and pushed the door open as I walked to the end stall. Melissa must have decided to wait with David.
With a long drawn out groan, I opened the box and took out the test. Pulling my dress pants and panties down, I let loose and peed straight on the stick as instructed.
I grabbed toilet paper and pulled a bunch off as I placed it on the floor and the test on top
of that. Pulling my panties and pants up, I flushed and sat back down on the toilet.
Smiling, I thought about Grace. She was due in August with her first child and I couldn’t wait to go home and visit this June. Libby’s little boy, Trey, was already four months old and it killed me I hadn’t been home yet to see him.
I pulled my phone out and sent Grace a text.
Me: I want to see your pregnant belly!
Less than a minute later my request was filled by a picture of Grace’s precious baby bump. As I stared at the picture, I was overcome with emotion and started crying.
The idea of having a part of Grayson growing inside me someday had me leaning over sobbing. That’s when I saw it.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I whispered as my crying came to a full on stop.
Picking up the test, I slowly shook my head.
“I’m pregnant.”
Grayson
“DUDE, WHERE IS the fire?” Derrick asked as I quickly gathered up my shit.