Chapter 87

Chapter 11 I looked at my watch again, something I had been doing every minute for the past half hour. I was waiting for Grayson to get out of his last class of the day. I wasn't really in the mood to walk all the way back to our apartment, even though it was a five minute walk. It was about five minutes to three, the time Grayson's class ended. I was waiting on a nearby bench, my mind cluttered with thoughts. I was trying to think of a way I could tell my family about me being pregnant, but I couldn't think of anything. It shouldn't be that hard, but it was. I didn't know what their reactions would be like. Belle suddenly walked up to me and sat down beside me. "Hey," she said with a smile. "Waiting for Grayson?" "Yeah, his class is almost over," I said. "So, are you feeling any better?" Belle said. "You seemed really sick on Saturday." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. Belle furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you sure? Because you look a bit sad." I sighed. I didn't want to tell her before I told my parents, even if she was my best friend. "I just have a lot on my mind," I said. "But I promise that I'm fine. It was just a stomach flu." "Oh, okay," she said. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. I should go find Devon. I'll see you later." She gave me a smile before walking off. When it was three o'clock, I saw Grayson walked out of the building. I was about to walk over to him when Mina approached him with a smile. I was fine with girls talking to Grayson, but not I wasn't that fond of Mina, especially since Belle told me that Mina was hitting on Grayson at a party they went to, even though he knew he had a girlfriend. They talked for a bit until Grayson looked passed her shoulder and saw me. He said something to her before walking over to me. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I was waiting for you," I said. "Shouldn't you be resting?" Grayson asked. "Grayson, thank you for caring for me, but I don't have to rest every single minute," I said. "I'm still the same." "Right," Grayson said. "Sorry, I'm just... getting used to the idea... of you bring pregnant." "Don't worry, me too," I said. "Can we go home now? I've been sitting on that bench for the past hour." "You could have waited at home," Grayson said as we started walking to our apartment. "Want to stop at the cafe first or just go straight home?" "Cafe," I said. "I need some of those cookies. A lot of those cookies." We stopped off at the cafe, hoping we could get in and out in no time. However, since a class just ended at MDC, quite a few people were already there. It took about fifteen minutes waiting in line for us to get our orders. Finally, we got my cookies and his coffee before heading back to the apartment. "So," Grayson said as we both sat down on the couch. "When do you want to tell your parents?" I shrugged, breaking a piece off of one of the cookies and popping it in my mouth. "I don't know," I said once I finished the piece. "I want to tell them in person, but I don't know the next time we'll see them. Maybe Thanksgiving?" Grayson raised an eyebrow. "So the end of next month?" I sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Are you going to tell your parents?" "Probably not." "Grayson, they're your parents," I said. "Yeah," Grayson said, "they are. But my dad started beating me when I was ten and my mom left me when I was thirteen. Then she came back and took me away from my dad, only to let him come back in my life. He caused my depression, Poppy. He's the one who nearly beat me to death. So, yes, they're my parents, but I don't want them going near my kid until my dad proves that he changed." As much as I wanted Grayson to tell them, I couldn't force him. It was his choice. "There's still a lot of people we have to tell," I said. "Tony, your siblings though they might tell your parents, Belle, Elliot because she'll want to know, I'll probably tell Thalia eventually..." "Flower, we'll figure all of that out later," Grayson interrupted. "Right now, let's just relax before I have to take you to the doctors." "Okay," I said, scooting closer to him as he turned on the TV. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead, making me feel a bit better of what was going on. I lifted the cookie in my hand to my mouth, about to take a bit. However, right before I could, Grayson leaned forward and took a bite instead. "Grayson!" "What?" he asked, his mouth filled with my cookie. "I didn't do nothing." "That's a double negative," I pointed out, curling my bottom lip into a pout. "You bit my cookie. Now I'm angry." "You still have four more cookies," Grayson pointed out after he finished swallowing the bite he took. "You could at least share with me." "You could have ordered your own cookie," I said. "I didn't have to get you five," Grayson said. "If I give you this cookie, will you shut up?" I asked. "Yes." I handed him the cookie and he gave me a smile before he ate the rest of it. We watched TV for a bit before we decided it was time for me to head to my doctor's appointment. Grayson turned off the TV and we walked out of the apartment. We headed to the underground parking and got into his car. By the time we got to the doctor's office, it was four-thirty; ten minutes before my appointment. Grayson and I sat down on two of the chairs and he immediately picked up a magazine. However, it wasn't long before he put it down. "Babe, I'm bored," he whined. I looked at him weirdly. "Okay, one, we just got here. And two, you don't have to stay." "I'm staying," he said. "But waiting is so boring." "Then play a game on your phone or something," I said. Grayson sighed deeply before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "Wake me when it's your turn," he muttered. Believe or not, he fell asleep a minute later, his adorable snores making me chuckle. Around ten minutes later, Dr. Shay walked out of her office and called for me. I gave her a nod before turning to Grayson. "Grayson," I said, but he didn't wake up. So I grabbed one of the magazines sitting beside him and smacking him in the arm. He jolted awake and looked at me. "Ow." "It's my turn," I said. "You didn't have to smack me," he muttered, rubbing his arm. "Alright, go. It won't take too long, right?" "No, I don't think so," I said before standing up and walking over to Dr. Shay. "Is that your boyfriend with you?" she asked and I nodded. "If you want, he can come to since we'll be discussing your pregnancy. You have told him, right?" "Yeah," I said, turning to face Grayson. He was looking at me, so I gestured for him to come over. He got up from the chair and walked over. "You can come in as well," I told him. "Sure," he said. "Hi, I'm Dr. Shay," Dr. Shay said, extending her hand. Grayson shook it. "Grayson." "Alright, let's head into my office," Dr. Shay said, leading us there. We all sat down in a chair and I was suddenly feeling very nervous. I didn't know why; I already knew I was pregnant. There was nothing to be nervous about. "So, Poppy, how did you feel when I called you yesterday?" she asked, holding her clipboard. "Shocked," I said honestly. "Very shocked." "Have you thought about the three decisions?" she asked. "Abortion, adoption, or raising it?" I looked at Grayson for a bit before looking back at Dr. Shay. I, honestly, wasn't sure if I was ready to raise a baby, but Grayson wanted to. He wanted to be a dad and I couldn't say we weren't going to raise it. That wouldn't be fair for him. "Yeah," I said. "We're going to raise it." Dr. Shaw smiled at that. "So, there are a few things we have to discuss. First thing first, we need to determine how far along you are. Do you remember the first day of your last period?" "Uh..." I didn't really remember since I didn't get my last one. However, Grayson knew the answer. "September 4th, right?" he asked. I nodded, now remembering. It was on a Sunday, thankfully, because I didn't have to worry about going to class on the first day of my period. "Yeah, September 4th." "Then that would mean you're..." She looked down at her clipboard. "Four weeks pregnant. Now, one thing you'll also need are regular check-ups. It's monthly until twenty-eight weeks, then it goes to every other week. Then when there are four weeks left of your pregnancy, it's every week." "Okay," I said. "Would we be able to do them on Tuesdays? Grayson and I only have two classes that day." "If that's best for you, then we will," she said. "That was basically all I wanted to talk to you about. Your next visit will be next month on the first, a Tuesday of course. How does that sound? And I'll book you for an ultrasound on the..." She looked at her clipboard. "22nd. Is that okay?" I nodded. "Yeah." Dr. Shay smiled and stood up, so Grayson and I did as well. "Well, that's all. If you have any questions, call. Other than that, I'll see you next month." She led us out of the room where she called her next patient. That was when I spotted him. Sitting on one of the chairs beside a girl who looked like she was in her twenties with short red hair was my brother. Crap. "Poppy?" he asked when he saw me. "What are you doing here?" "Uh... What are you doing here?" I asked. "I asked you first." "I asked you first? What are you, five?" Tony sighed. "My co-worker needed a ride because he car broke down." "And I was ever so unfortunate to have to ask you," she said with a British accent. "If only there was another person still at the school." "Hey, I brought you here," Tony said. "If you're going to whine about it, I'll just leave and you could find a way back, okay?" I looked back and forth between the two before figuring out who she was. It was Charlie, the new teacher at the school Tony works at who he supposedly couldn't stand, but I knew he liked her. Tony looked at me. "So what are you doing here?" "I just had an appointment," I said. "Nothing special." Tony raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, you're my sister, I can tell when you're lying." "I'm not lying," I said. "I just had an appointment. That's all. Can I leave now or are you going to interrogate me some more?" "I'm just asking," he said. "I guess I'll see you later." I grabbed Grayson's hand and pulled him out of the building. Tony knew I was lying, but I didn't want to tell him yet. I had to tell my parents first, or at least tell all three of them together. Keeping this a secret until Thanksgiving was going to be hard.