Amy and I walked into the doctor’s office. I had asked if she would come with me since Mathieu had to go away on a road trip. Amy was like my second mother. She was the responsible one, while I was the impulsive one.

I talked to the lady at the front desk and signed in for my appointment. Then we went and sat down. Coming to the OB/GYN was never fun for me, but coming to confirm the fact that I was unexpectedly pregnant was a whole other story.

"Tarin Blailoch?" Called the nurse. I took a deep breath and looked at Amy. She gave me a small smile and I stood up and followed the nurse
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Amy and I walked out of the doctor’s and got into her car. “So what happened?” She asked.

“I’m three weeks pregnant,” which is exactly when I had sex with Mathieu, “and I’m due June third, and everything looks okay and I’m going to go back in at ten weeks.” I answered.

“Wow.” She said. “Are you scared?”

“I’m scared shitless,” I answered, “but I’ll be okay.”

​“I know you’ll be okay.” She answered. “And we’re all here for you.”