Days went by, and nothing changed, that was until Monday, July 18, 2010. No one was home except me, Pat was at Hockey, Erica was at work, Donna and Patrick were at work, Jackie was at a movie, and Jessica was out with her boyfriend. I was strangely in a happy mood.

Yes that’s usually a good thing, but I was supposed to get my period that week, and when I get my period I get really pissed off. Like lock myself in my room and don’t come out until the end of the week.

I looked at my calendar in my room, and noticed that I was supposed to have my period a week ago. I thought to myself, yeah I don’t think that’s normal. I decided to make an appointment for my doctor just to make sure nothing was wrong with me.

“Yes, um can I make an appointment with Dr. Jacobs? Yes… Saturday at 3 is fine… thank, you.” I hung up the phone, I thought of the possibilities of what’s wrong with me, um maybe my reproductive system has a problem, or maybe I just made a mistake on my calendar. Whatever the problem was I kept looking past the idea that I was…pregnant.
The idea of saying the word just gave me chills. I thought of what would happen to Pat’s career if it was his, or just the idea of the baby being Jake’s. I had to get the idea of that scary word out of my head. I decided to watch a little bit of mindless television. I watched a rerun of the Vancouver at Chicago game 6 of the Stanley Cup Western Conference semi finals. His hat trick gave me chills, just like it had the first time I watched it. I smiled as Pat Foley and the crowd erupted as the backhander from Patrick Kane flew behind the Vancouver Goalie.

It had been a pretty boring week until Friday. Pat and I went and saw Valentines’ Day with Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner in it. I thought it was adorable, and Pat never let go of me the entire time.
Saturday came rather fast, and I still wasn’t prepared to tell Patrick why I needed to go to the doctor. So that’s why I waited for Pat to leave for hockey around 1 and then I left around 2:30. I didn’t want him to worry about me.

“Um, hello, my name is Bridget Shultz; I am here for an appointment with Dr. Jacobs.”

“Oh, yes, Bridget you can come in now, the last patient just left.”

I smiled and followed the receptionist down the long white hallway. Getting farther and farther from the rooms with cute little posters for little kids, and getting into posters with body parts with scientific names, which meant that I was being called an adult, and I know I am an adult but I still hate making decisions for myself half the time.

“Here, this is your room; Doctor Jacobs will be in soon.”

I nodded my head and smiled, “Thank you,”

The doctor walked in about 10 minutes later, “Hello, Bridget, what can I do for you.”

I stood up,” Yes, um, I’ve missed my period.”

“Well usually, when you miss your period you are pregnant. Have you had any sexual activity within the past month?”

I nodded my head as I took a deep breath. “Can I take a professional test?”

“Of course, our tests are more accurate then the store bought ones.”

They gave me one of the professional pregnancy tests and you do what you usually do, pee on a stick and wait a couple minutes, then they would come out with a bunch of results and such. I was really nervous for mine.

I sat in the white room on a patients’ table, the only sound was the sound of the sanitary paper that separated me from the table. Then the doctor came in.

“Alrighty Bridget, I have your results.”

My heart started pounding out of my chest only thinking about the 2 guys that I did it with in the past month.

“Bridget, you are pregnant, you conceived around June 13th, if that makes a difference.”

I covered my mouth in disbelief. I couldn’t be pregnant, I was barely 19. I nodded my head and left the room almost in tears. I ran to the car and sat there crying. I thought to myself, I moved in around July 2nd and like a week later I slept with Pat and then a couple days later I slept with Jake. It took me awhile but I did find out that Jake was the father, which made me cry even more. I didn’t know how I would tell him or Patrick, which would be even harder.

At home all I could think about was the two guys. I was lying on my bed face up staring blankly at the ceiling with my feet dangling off the bed. Then I thought of the only person that I could tell, Erica. I briskly walked down the hallway until I got to Erica’s room at the end of the hall.

“Erica?”

“Oh, hey Bridge, what’s up?”

I closed and locked the door,” I have to tell you something, and you can’t tell anyone, not even your sisters.”

“Yeah, so what is it, you can trust me.”

“Promise not to get too mad or upset.”

“Bridget, just tell me it can’t be that-,”

I closed my eyes and,” I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?”

I didn’t say it again, I knew she heard me. “Bridget, do you know who the father is, because I know you told me you slept with both—,”

“Its Jake, Jake is the father.”

She covered her mouth in disbelief,” Oh, my, gosh, Bridget.”

“Erica, what do I do? You’re my best friend in the whole wide world, please, please, PLEASE, help me.”
“Bridge, the easiest thing you can do, is just telling him.”

“Ok,” I nodded my head, “But who should I tell first? My boyfriend, or Jake, but I don’t think I could handle either one.”

“I’d tell Pat first, he would end up being the father of the baby anyway…if you were planning on keeping it.”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know, but I am going to tell Pat first, when the time is right.”
The garage door came open and we both looked at the locked door. It was Pat, we both knew it. I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom to fix my makeup; I couldn’t let him see me like this. I still wasn’t ready to tell him.

I sat hiding in my room on my bed clutching my necklace, so hard that it made marks on my hand. I ended up starting to talk to myself.

Oh, Daddy, Mommy, why did you have to go. I need you right now. I need your advice. I don’t want to lose him, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me since Eric and I broke up. He’s so sweet, and so kind that I can’t hurt him. If I told him, then the press would end up getting a hold of this at one point and I don’t think the Hawks would want this from their star player. It’s just not good; they don’t want to set a bad example for the young hockey players, who want to grow up to be just like him. Oh God, please help me, Mommy, Daddy, where are you now!

Suddenly, I just lost it. Tears started pouring from my face, my newly applied makeup starting running, again. I slid down the front of my bed clutching a picture of myself and my parents and my necklace, harder now than before.

There I was, balling my eyes out, thinking about the boy I loved and how I couldn’t hurt him. When I moved in, I didn’t think things could go this far between us. Now what do I do?

PATRICK’S POV:

I came in from the garage carrying my hockey bag and skates; I dropped them both around the coat rack and suddenly stopped. I could hear a faint sound that sounded like someone was crying I wasn’t sure who it was until I ran upstairs. The faint noise came from Bridget’s room. I opened the door, only to find a red tear filled face on my girlfriend. She didn’t even notice me standing there staring at her.

Her eyes were closed, and her arms were wrapped around her picture frame. I sat down beside her and wrapped my arms around her. That’s when she finally noticed me, but she didn’t say anything. All she did was put her head on my shoulder still crying, staining my gray shirt in tears.

“Bridget, what’s wrong? I want to help.”

She wiped away some of the makeup that was running down her cheek, “Pat, um, I don’t know how to tell you this. And I don’t know how you’ll react.”

“I can’t get that mad at you and how bad could it be.”

“Promise,”

“I promise, cross my heart hope to die.”

She sat up and looked at me with her big gorgeous blue eyes,” Pat, I’m pregnant.”

I tried so hard not to let my mouth drop, “But, but how? We were-,”

“That’s because you’re not the father, Jake is.”
“Oh, Jake, I’m gonna kill that ass hole!”

“No, let me tell him first, I want to be the one to tell him.”

I nodded my head, but was thinking about how I could kick Jake’s ass for this one. He really screwed the pooch on this one.

I looked back at her as she pushed her blonde hair out of her face, “Pat, just saying, if was with Eric, and he would have dumped me, after I told him. So thank you for taking this better than he would have.”
I got up and walked to the door and looked at her again, she gave me a small smirk and I knew she was okay for now.

BRIDGET’S POV:

Man that was good to get off my chest. I was a little scared but still, I got through it and now everything was out in the open with the two of us. At least on my part it was. I stood up and started pacing back and forth making a long path in the carpet from going back and forth so many times. I had to think of how, when, and where to tell Jake.

When I think of Jake I think of a totally egocentric person who just wants to flirt, which leads to kissing, which leads to making out, which leads to sex most of the time, oh and throw in some alcohol and your set. Now that I think of it, I should have listened to Patrick in the first place and just not even give him a chance. But then again Erica and Jessica seemed pretty excited when I said yes. GOSH! Why do the Kanes have to be so confusing all of a sudden!

‘That’s it,’ I said to myself as if a light bulb appeared over my head. ‘If I can’t have someone else tell him for me that must mean I have to tell him.’ Then the light bulb went dead. ‘Oh duh, I already knew that, wow was that a blonde moment or what.’

Okay this may seem a tiny bit random, but you know when in movies and TV shows when the character is thinking of a solution to the problem in the story they have them in different places in the room and the jeopardy music is playing. Well that’s house I felt. ‘Okay, Bridge think, you can do this, it isn’t that hard to tell a guy that you’re carrying his baby and hes not going to be the one caring for it when its born…Well maybe I can leave the last part out. But still this isn’t that hard…I guess I just have to come out and say it to him.”

I grabbed my LG banter from the night stand next to my bed and dialed Jake’s number. As each pulse sounded my heart started pounding more and more. Then I thought to myself, maybe he won’t even care, maybe he will just let everyone move on with their lives and have Patrick raise our baby. Or he could have some sense and want to take care of our baby, and then the world will end! Not the last part but up to that everything sounds logical.

“Hello?”

“Jake?”

“Yeah…Bridget? What’s wrong?”
“Jake, I need you over here I have to tell you something, and I can’t tell you over the phone, this is important.”

“Okay, I’ll be right over.”

Okay now that part is over what about the whole confrontation, when I actually tell him.
The door bell rang and Patrick answered the door. He sent him straight upstairs to my room and Pat didn’t even punch his face in, I was very proud of Pat at that time. Jake knocked repeatedly on my door; I jumped up and answered it just to get the banging to stop.

“Bridget…is everything okay? What’s wrong? You didn’t sound like yourself on the phone?”

“Jake, sit down.”

He sat down directly in the middle of my bed with his forearms resting on his knees with one of them bouncing up and down.

“Okay, um, I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to spit it out.”

“What is it?”

“I’m…I’m…”

“Bridget? Are you feeling okay?”

I suddenly started to feel woozy, and the entire room was spinning. At one point there were 3 Jakes. But I kept going; I couldn’t hold this in any longer.

“I’m…I’m…I’m pr-,”

Then everything went black.

PATRICK’S POV:

I was looking at the new edition of ESPN magazine with Jon, Chris, Marian, and me on the cover I had just gotten yesterday when I heard a loud thump that came from upstairs. The only thing I feared was going upstairs seeing Bridget out cold on the ground and Jake angry as hell standing on top of her, seeing that he was supposed to hear about the pregnancy.

I threw the magazine on the ground and ran upstairs down the long hallway that didn’t seem to end. I burst open the door to find Bridget out cold with Jake trying to wake her up.

“Jake! What happened?”

“She, she was going to tell me something and then she fainted.”

“Oh, my, god, we need to get her to a hospital,” I pulled out my phone and started dialing 911,

“Something could be wrong with the baby!”

Then Jake had a puzzled look on his face, and I saw him mouth, ‘the baby?’, SHIT! He didn’t know yet! Damn and I promised her that I would let her tell him.

“Come on, Come on, Come on, Oh! Um hello, my name is Patrick Kane and there is a woman here and she’s out cold…yes, um she seemed to have fainted. I don’t know from what but she did….Any medical problems? Well she’s pregnant if that means anything……Um I don’t know, maybe about 5 weeks? Thank you.”

I hung up the phone with Jake still staring at me.

“Well Jake the cat is out of the bag which means I should tell you the rest of the story while the ambulance comes. Well that one night stand you had with Bridge knocked her up, and she doesn’t feel that you can help her raise the baby and blah de blah de blah, and I betcha you know the rest.”

The doorbell rang and Erica answered it with a confused look on her face. For some reason I didn’t know how she didn’t know about the situation already anyway, with the screaming and calling, and more screaming. Then her eyes got really big and she led everyone upstairs down the hallway and into Bridget’s room with her still laying motionless on the ground.

“Oh, thank god Erica I wouldn’t have answered the door.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re welcome blah, blah, blah, now what the F is wrong with Bridget?”

“I think she fainted from stress.” Jake concluded.

The paramedics checked to make sure she was still alive and took the all necessary precautions before putting her on the stretcher and carrying her downstairs into the ambulance. We were all crowding outside the ambulance in shock, not knowing what to do. We couldn’t help so we all just stood there and watched.

“Which one of you is the closest to the patient?” One of the paramedics said.

I looked at Erica and she nodded at me because she knew I wanted to be the first one she would see when she woke up.”

“I am,”

“Fine, just go and get into the passengers’ seat up front.”
I nodded my head and jumped into the ambulance. We started moving and I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw my sister and my cousin staring blankly at the back end of the Buffalo, New York Medical Hospital Ambulance.

Once at the hospital we burst in the 2 big doors and rolled Bridget into the ER. The Paramedics started saying complicated codes to the nurses and doctors in the area that I could barely understand. We went farther and farther down a long white hallway only hearing the sounds of the wheels on the linoleum floor and the doctors yelling at each other. We finally got to an emergency station that felt like 10 minutes but was really only a minute and a half. I was about to go through the curtains when they stopped me.

“Are you a blood relative?”

“No, but I’m a really close friend.”

“Does she have any relatives that live in the area?”

I shook my head, “Not that I know of, her parents died at least a month ago.”

“Sir, you still need to stay outside. Someone will let you know when you may come in and see the patient.”

I rolled my eyes and then went and sat down in a long line of chairs next a lady who was reading a vogue magazine. ‘Man, I wish I should’ve brought my ESPN magazine.’ I ended up picking up a Sports Illustrated magazine. I was reading about Sidney Crosbitch, and Alexander I need a makeover Ovechkin and how they’re the top players in the league, psh, whatever I’m just as good. And I remember rookie year when Semin made a comment about me being a more interesting player to watch then Crosbitch. Ahhh…good times, good times.

Anyway, I was reading about the 2 mf’s and then I looked up from the magazine for like two seconds and there was Erica, Jessica, and Jackie with Jake standing there out of breath.

They were all breathing heavily,” Is….she….okay?” Erica said out of breath, “I…called…Mom and Dad…they said they would…be here as soon as possible.”

“Erica sit down, you’ll end up being in the station next to hers if you keep doing this, just calm down.”
I stood up and she took my seat, and I stood up pacing back in forth. After I went back and forth for the 30th time Mom and Dad showed up. I told them the situation, and there we were, pretty much the entire Kane family sitting, standing, or pacing in my case wondering what’s wrong with Bridget. Finally, one of the doctors came out.

“You can go in now.”

“How’s the baby?”

“We won’t know until the tests results come back. But from the looks of these test results that I already have the baby is going to be fine, but we are going to have to admit her until the other tests come back, as a precaution.

“Is she awake?”

“She was still asleep when I left, maybe you could give it a try Prince Phillip.”

She smiled at me, and I did the same to her even though I didn’t understand so I looked at my 3 sisters, and at the same time they whispered, ‘sleeping beauty,’ and I finally understood. I walked through the plastic curtains to see Bridget laying there sleeping with a thin blanket on top of her. I sat down in the rolling doctor chair and caressed her face like I always did. I stood up and kissed her forehead. And just like in Sleeping Beauty, Princess Aurora awoke from her semi-long sleep.

BRIDGET’S POV:

I opened my eyes to see the only crystal blue eyed, strawberry blonde curly hair that I loved so much.
“Patrick? Is that you?”

He nodded his head with a smile, “Bridget Lily Shultz, don’t ever scare me like that ever again.” I knew he was mad at me when he used my middle name, I don’t even know how he knew my middle name!
“I’m sorry, I was just stressed and then the room starting spinning, and well you know the rest.”

“Oh, and I kind of told him before you told him.”

“You what?”

“Well, I thought he knew and he hit you or something because of the news.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “I love you Patrick Kane.” He was in the middle of kissing me when a doctor with a clipboard came in and interrupted us. Man that was embarrassing.

“Sorry to interrupt you two but we have your room ready Ms. Shultz or is it Ms. Kane?”

I laughed and shook my head, “No ma’am it’s Shultz.”

She smiled, “Okay, I’ll come back later when you are ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Pat said with his signature smirk.

Once the curtains closed again he went back to kissing me, and all the stress was instantly lifted off my shoulders all in one fluent motion.