Rachel Gibson - Not Another Bad Date

“Alvin?” Sherilyn shook her head. “Perhaps that can be his middle name.”

“But my family-”

“His first name is Harris,” Sherilyn interrupted and zipped up the bag. “I already filled out the birth certificate.”

“Without consulting me?”

“You weren’t here.”

“He’s my son.”

“Whom you will see on every other holiday and one month out of each summer. When he is old enough, of course.” A nurse entered with the wheelchair, and Sherilyn smiled. “Ah. Here’s my ride.” Sherilyn waddled across the room and sat. “Could you grab my bag?” she asked Adele.

“Sure.”

“Kendra’s at home making everything nice for me,” Sherilyn told her soon-to-be-former husband. “Give her a call. I’m sure she’d like to see you.”

The nurse wheeled Sherilyn out of the room, and Adele grabbed the bag off the bed. “When you see Kendra, leave the dental assistant at the hotel. Your daughter’s been through a lot and doesn’t need to see your girlfriend.”

William’s gaze narrowed on her as if he suddenly smelled something rotten. “Don’t you tell me what my daughter needs. I know how to take care of Kendra.”

“Oh, and you’ve done such a bang-up job lately.”

“You have no right to lecture me.”

Adele was tired and not feeling well from the stress of the past few days. She had missed the one and only call from Zach the night before, and she was in no mood to take crap from William. “I didn’t run out on my family.”

“You haven’t seen your sister for six years.”

That hit a little close to home. “I might not have visited as much as I should have, but when Sheri needed someone, she called me. I’m the one who’s been holding her hand these past few months while she struggled to save her baby.” She pointed to her chest. “I’m the one who’s been taking care of your teenage daughter. Not you! You turned your back on your family for a piece of barely legal ass. So don’t walk in here and think you can say diddly-shit to me.”

“You never did have any class.”

“And you never did know your position on the food chain,” Adele felt free to point out now that he was no longer family, and Kendra wasn’t around to hear. “You’re a dentist, William. Not a heart surgeon. You replace molars. Not heart valves. For God’s sake, get over yourself.”

Adele stormed out of the door and almost fell over her sister’s feet. “I thought you left,” she said.

Sherilyn smiled. “I thought I should wait in case you needed rescuing from William. But I think William might have needed rescuing from you.” The nurse pushed the wheelchair, and they moved down the hall. Sherilyn reached for Adele’s hand and pointed out with a hint of a smile. “Dentistry is a noble profession, you know.”

“Yeah. I know.”

On the way home from the hospital, they dropped off Sherilyn’s prescriptions at the pharmacy, then Adele drove to the condo and tucked her sister in bed.

“I’m going to go get your prescriptions,” she told Sherilyn as she shoved her arms back into her coat. “Kendra’s in the living room if you need anything.” Her stomach tumbled a bit, and she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I shouldn’t be long.” She grabbed her purse off the bed.

“What’s wrong with you? You look white.”

“Nothing.” She dropped the purse and ran for the bathroom. She hadn’t felt real great for the past few days, but this was the first time she actually threw up. When she was done, she rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth. “Don’t drink after me,” she said as she left the bathroom. “I think I have the flu.”

“How long have you had it?”

“A few days. It kind of comes and goes.” She picked up her purse again. “Mostly it’s bad in the morning when I first get up.”

“Could you be pregnant?”

“For the love of God, no.” She shoved her hand into her purse and grabbed her keys. “You have babies on the brain. I’m not pregnant.”

Her sister’s brow furrowed. “It sounds like morning sickness. I know. I’ve had it twice.”

“Sherilyn, stop. I’m not pregnant. I have an IUD.”

“Interesting. You didn’t say you haven’t been having sex.”

“I didn’t?”

“Have you been seeing someone?”

Adele shrugged.

“Who?”

What did it matter if Sherilyn knew? Zach would be home in a few days, and Sherilyn would see him when they jogged together. If they jogged together. “Zach Zemaitis.”

“The football coach.” Sherilyn’s brows shot up her forehead. “The one who was in all the papers and on the news a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Kendra’s friend’s dad?”

“Yeah. He kinda helped me put the baby furniture together.”

“Sounds like he did more than that.” Sherilyn frowned. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing. I’m not pregnant.”

“While you’re at the pharmacy, get an e.p.t.”

Adele rolled her eyes and walked out of the bedroom. She counted back to her last period. She was only two weeks…no three weeks late. But she’d been late before and wasn’t worried.

“Did you get it?” Sherilyn called from her bedroom.

“Your pills?” She set the bag on the counter and called back. “Yeah I got ’em.”

“No.” Sherilyn waddled, hunched over with one hand low on her abdomen, into the kitchen. “The pregnancy test.”

“Sheesh. Be quiet. I don’t want Kendra to hear you.”

“William came by and picked her up.” She carefully sat down on a barstool. “Did you get it?”

“Yes, but I only got it to shut you up.” She still wasn’t worried. “I have an IUD. He used a condom.” It had broken once, but what were the chances?

Sherilyn reached into the sack and pulled out the box. She ripped it open and read the instructions. “Hold it in your urine stream for five seconds.” She handed Adele the plastic stick. “It says not to put it up your vagina.”

“Gee. And I was all set to.”

Adele took the stick, went into the bathroom, and came back out a few minutes later. She set the stick on a napkin on the counter across the kitchen and got Sherilyn a glass of water.

“Did you wash your hands?” Sherilyn asked as she eagle-eyed the stick.

“Yes, Mom,” Adele answered as she made toast.

“Eat this and take these,” she said, and handed Sherilyn the toast and medication. She held the stick behind her back for the full two minutes, pulled it in front of her, and stared at a plus sign.

“What does it say?” Sherilyn asked around a bite of toast.

Adele grabbed the instructions and read them. “This one is obviously defective. He wore a condom.”

“Every time?”

“It broke once.”

“Once is all it takes.”

The blood rushed from Adele’s head, and she grabbed her coat and her purse.

“Where are you going?”

“To get another test.” Forty-five minutes later, five more e.p.t sticks were lined up on the table. All of them had positive plus signs in the round windows. Adele’s fingers and toes felt numb, and she felt sicker then she had in days. Her face was hot, and she sat down next to Sherilyn so she wouldn’t pass out and fall on the floor. She still couldn’t believe the results. There had to be a mistake.

Sherilyn waved a hand in front of Adele’s face. “Are you in there.”

“What?” Her voice sounded weak and like it was coming from a long, dark tunnel.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re seeing anyone?”

“Because I don’t know how serious it is.”

“It just got real serious.”

“You’re not helping.” She covered her cheeks with her hands. “This is a nightmare. I cannot be pregnant.”