Either You Do...Or You Don't

Chapter 2
Allison’s POV-

I took a deep breath as I watched his car pull into the driveway. He stepped out and went to the trunk, grabbing his hockey bag. He locked the car and headed inside.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting…Even though I was sure the baby wasn’t his…he still needed to know. Melanie had suggested I not tell him until I go to the doctor and find out for sure how far along I was, but I had to tell him…

Click. The door snapped shut and he walked into the kitchen, setting his bag on the floor and slipping his sunglasses off. “What’s going on?”

“James…I…” I started, “I’m pregnant.”

His facial expression dropped, he looked like he might either throw up or pass out, “Are you joking?” he asked breathlessly

“Why would I joke about this?” I snapped back, getting angry that he’d even think I was kidding.

“I…I don’t know…I just…are you sure?”

“I missed my period last month and this month I’m four days late…so I took a home pregnancy test and it was positive. If you don’t fucking believe me, its in the trash.”

“Don’t talk to me in that tone, Allison. I’m just kind of in shock right now as to how this could have happen…” he paused

Suddenly, it dawned on me right as it seemed to dawn on him…James and I had been using condoms. I didn’t use a condom when I hooked-up with that guy…James was most definitely not the father…

James’ POV-

As if things were going bad enough before…they were about to get much worse…”It’s not mine is it?”

Allison looked down, “I don’t know…”

“Well we used protection…and I’m certain that the condoms never broke…did you use protection with him?”

“No, but…” she started

“But what? There’s a one-in-a-million chance that possibly our condoms broke and I didn’t notice and that you’re pregnant by me and not some fucking asshole, whom you just met and fucked?!”

“Stop yelling at me!” she screamed as she started to cry. “You think I fucking planned this? You think that I intentionally got pregnant by some other guy? You think that I want him to be the father?”

“I don’t know what to fucking think…”

“Well, I can tell you what I fucking think…I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry!” she grabbed her keys and ran out the door.

“Allison…” I called. I followed her outside, but was too late…her car was gone…I sighed and sat on the front steps.

“What’s going on?” I looked up to see Paul heading towards me. “I was outside getting my mail and I saw Allison speed out of your driveway…”

“She’s pregnant…and it’s very possible that I am not the father…”

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