I drove to her place. I knocked on the door, she answered. She nodded to me, letting me in. We stood there, looking into each other’s eyes. I broke the silence.
“I-I’m sorry.” I said.
Silence.
“I should’ve-. I-should’ve. DAMN IT !! WHY DIDN ’T I USE A CONDOM OUR FIRST TIME !!” I yelled at myself.
The hard look in her eyes softened ever so slightly. I felt like I could sob in front of her, repeating my apology over and over again. I couldn’t cry, the shock dried my tear ducts. She grabbed my hand.
“We’ll talk.”
“Jess, we have to get an abortion.”
“NO!” She yelled. “You want your child to die?! Do you?”
She said it, my child, my child. I walked closer to her and put my hand on her abdomen.
“My child.” I softly repeated.
She looked back into my eyes.
“Yes, your child.”
“Jess, I want to make it through this.”
“Me too.”
3 months later