I watched him as he slipped out of his jeans and tee shirt, and then got into my bed. While he was getting comfortable, I flipped the television on and pressed the Netflix button. After scrolling through the selection, I settled on 'Hart of Dixie' because it was a light heart-ed television show. It wouldn't involve too much thinking, and maybe the two of us could just relax for a while.
I took my own clothes off, and changed into a pair of white cotton shorts and a gray tank top. I found my phone then, and ordered Chinese for delivery. The entire time Owen just laid there watching the television as if he were in some sort of trance. When I climbed into the bed beside him, I propped my pillow up against the wall so that I could lean against it.
He shifted himself closer to me so that his head was resting on my stomach, and his arm was wrapped around me. I placed my own over his shoulder, and held him a little tighter. My heart was breaking for him right now, and I wanted nothing more than to take the pain away.
“I love you, Unicorn.” He whispered. “But I don't think I can stay here. Not anymore.”
I felt like I had just been punched in my stomach. The wind was literally knocked out of me, as I sat there mouth agape. I couldn't find any words. I knew that he was hurting, but did that really mean he didn't want to be with me anymore? What happened to not being able to un-love me?
“I think I should go back to Nashville.”
“N-Nashville?” I asked, on the verge of tears.
“It has nothing to do with you, Ronnie. I just- I thought I could make New York work. But now that my dad's gone-”
“Ronnie!” Morgan yelled as she headed towards my room. “I got what you asked for!”
Before I could stop her, she tossed the pharmacy bag right through my open bedroom door. It landed on the bed, and of course the pregnancy test slid conveniently from the bag, and directly in front of Owen.
“Ronnie?” Owen asked, as he sat up with the test in his hand.
“Oops!” Morgan said, before slowly closing the door as she walked out of the room backwards.
“Owen, I can-”
“Are you pregnant?” He asked, point blank.
“I- I don't know.” I stammered. “I didn't think so, but then Derek said something and I-”
“Wait. Derek? Do you think it's his?”
“I don't even know if there is a baby.”
“But if there is... there's a chance that it could be his, isn't there?”
“I don't know!” I said, suddenly getting defensive. “I'm on the pill! This kind of thing isn't supposed to happen.”
I was sobbing now, and I heard him swear under his breath before pulling me into his arms. I cried into his chest, while he rubbed my back trying to console me. He kissed the top of my head and told me that everything was going to be alright, but it only made me cry more. How was everything going to be alright when he was planning on going back to Nashville?
“Do-do you want to take it now?” He asked nervously.
“No.” I sniffled. “But I will.”
I pulled myself from his warm embrace, and the thought that it may have been the last time almost broke me. I had fallen so hard, and so fast for this man that I couldn't imagine what losing him would feel like. I didn't want him to find out like this. If I am pregnant, I don't want that to be the reason that he stays in New York. I want him to stay for me. Because he loves me. Not because he felt some kind of obligation towards me.
I slowly stood from the bed, and he handed me the test. I took it from him, and then locked myself in the bathroom. I didn't know how to feel. The thought of having a baby six months ago would have thrilled me. It was the only thing that I wanted. It was the direction that I was originally heading in. But now? Here I was in a two bedroom apartment, with a man who was planning on leaving me.
I opened the box with shaking hands, and read the instructions. Pee on the stick, wait three minutes, plus for pregnant, minus for not. It seemed simple enough. Funny how a tiny stick was about to determine the rest of my life.
Aiming was a little harder than I thought it would be, but I managed to get the job done. I washed my hands, and set the test on the counter before taking a few steps back to sit on the toilet. I set the timer on my phone, and watched as the seconds ticked by. My stomach flip flopped with a mixture of fear, and anticipation. As scared as I was, I knew that knowing would be better.
The alarm on my phone buzzed in my hands, and I jumped up from the toilet seat. My hands were shaking, and I had to take a few deep breaths as I slowly made my way back to the counter top. I kept my eyes on myself in the mirror, and when I reached the sink I looked down.
A plus sign. Right there in bright pink, staring back at me like some kind of beacon. My hands instantly went to my stomach, and my heart started to beat faster in my chest. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant, and I don't even know who my baby's father is. A lone tear slid down my cheek then, and I quickly wiped it away.
“Ronnie?” Owen asked, as he gently knocked on the door. “Are you
