Out With the Old, in With the New
Final Decision
“Tessa’s pregnant?”
“Yup.” Jon replied.
I was shocked. When did this even happen? Ever since I found out Tessa and Tazer got together, I tried my best to be with them all the time that Tessa wouldn’t fall for Tazer so I could have a chance but now, this ruined everything. What’s going to happen now? Are they going to start a family? Do they even want this baby?
“Dude, please just say something.” Jon said, bringing me back to reality.
“Wow. Uh what’s going to happen now? She can’t compete at the Olympics if she’s pregnant!”
“Exactly. We were discussing it last night but we never came up with a solution. I know she wants to compete but she wants the baby too."
He ran his fingers through his hair while pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. I could tell he was frustrated. “Well do you want the baby?”
“I do and I’m fine with whatever her choice is. It’s just Tessa. She’s stressed, she doesn’t know what to do, and she thinks she’s going to regret the decision she makes. It’s a hard decision and a lot of pressure for her.”
I hated seeing Tessa scared and confused and of course, stressed. When we were younger, she got stressed easily and when she got stressed, she usually resorted to self-harm. No way was I letting her be so hard on herself.
“I understand. Do you want me to talk to her?” Before he could answer, it was as if on cue, Tessa walks in.
“Oh, you’re still here.”
“Yeah, do you need me to leave?”
“No it’s fine. What do you boys want for lunch?”
“It’s no problem. I’ll make lunch.” Jon offered.
He got up and into the kitchen to start making lunch as Tessa went into the bedroom leaving me alone on the couch. Tessa looked tired. She had dark circles around her eyes and her eyes were red, probably from crying. It was painful to watch her walk by without hugging her, comforting her.
-Tessa’s POV-
Just what I needed. Patrick was still here and I really needed to talk to Jon. I walked into the bedroom, sat down on the bed and sighed. Lately, it feels like everything I do is wrong. Keeping the baby would mean not going to the Olympics. Abortion would mean I totally just killed my baby and I could not live with myself if I did that. There is no win-win solution here.
I walked out and into the living room and was greeted by the smell of mac and cheese. Lunch ended quickly, no one spoke. Jon was doing the dishes as Pat and I sat on the couch, watching t.v.
“Tessa. If you need anything, just tell me. I would be happy to help.” He finally spoke.
“So he told you, huh?”
He was quiet for a few seconds. “Yeah. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I know you and you do that when you’re stressed. If anything’s wrong, you tell me, ok? If Tazer doesn’t want to be here, you tell me and I would be happy to help you.”
“Thanks, Pat, but I think I have everything figured out. I’m fine, really. I just need to talk to Jon, is all.”
“That’s fine. Just know I care about you, Tessa.” He said, reassuring me and left to give Jon and I some privacy.
Ten minutes after Pat left, Jon came into the living room and wrapped his arm around me.
“How do you feel, babe?” He asked me, kissing my forehead.
“Fine, but I know we both have something on our minds.” I took a deep breath. “I want to keep this baby.”
“You do? That’s great!”
“Is it, Jon? Is it, really? I just hope this doesn’t come back to bite me.” I say, still unsure of my decision.
“Of course, Tess. You are going to be a great mother and I can assure you that it will be fine.”
Jon was always so calm and he always knew exactly what to say. How was I lucky enough to find an amazing guy to be the father of my baby?
“If you’re sure about this, then we should call the doctor, confirm our decision.”
I nodded my head, agreeing that this is the final decision. No going back now. Look on the bright side, Tessa. You are going to be a mother.
“Yup.” Jon replied.
I was shocked. When did this even happen? Ever since I found out Tessa and Tazer got together, I tried my best to be with them all the time that Tessa wouldn’t fall for Tazer so I could have a chance but now, this ruined everything. What’s going to happen now? Are they going to start a family? Do they even want this baby?
“Dude, please just say something.” Jon said, bringing me back to reality.
“Wow. Uh what’s going to happen now? She can’t compete at the Olympics if she’s pregnant!”
“Exactly. We were discussing it last night but we never came up with a solution. I know she wants to compete but she wants the baby too."
He ran his fingers through his hair while pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table. I could tell he was frustrated. “Well do you want the baby?”
“I do and I’m fine with whatever her choice is. It’s just Tessa. She’s stressed, she doesn’t know what to do, and she thinks she’s going to regret the decision she makes. It’s a hard decision and a lot of pressure for her.”
I hated seeing Tessa scared and confused and of course, stressed. When we were younger, she got stressed easily and when she got stressed, she usually resorted to self-harm. No way was I letting her be so hard on herself.
“I understand. Do you want me to talk to her?” Before he could answer, it was as if on cue, Tessa walks in.
“Oh, you’re still here.”
“Yeah, do you need me to leave?”
“No it’s fine. What do you boys want for lunch?”
“It’s no problem. I’ll make lunch.” Jon offered.
He got up and into the kitchen to start making lunch as Tessa went into the bedroom leaving me alone on the couch. Tessa looked tired. She had dark circles around her eyes and her eyes were red, probably from crying. It was painful to watch her walk by without hugging her, comforting her.
-Tessa’s POV-
Just what I needed. Patrick was still here and I really needed to talk to Jon. I walked into the bedroom, sat down on the bed and sighed. Lately, it feels like everything I do is wrong. Keeping the baby would mean not going to the Olympics. Abortion would mean I totally just killed my baby and I could not live with myself if I did that. There is no win-win solution here.
I walked out and into the living room and was greeted by the smell of mac and cheese. Lunch ended quickly, no one spoke. Jon was doing the dishes as Pat and I sat on the couch, watching t.v.
“Tessa. If you need anything, just tell me. I would be happy to help.” He finally spoke.
“So he told you, huh?”
He was quiet for a few seconds. “Yeah. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I know you and you do that when you’re stressed. If anything’s wrong, you tell me, ok? If Tazer doesn’t want to be here, you tell me and I would be happy to help you.”
“Thanks, Pat, but I think I have everything figured out. I’m fine, really. I just need to talk to Jon, is all.”
“That’s fine. Just know I care about you, Tessa.” He said, reassuring me and left to give Jon and I some privacy.
Ten minutes after Pat left, Jon came into the living room and wrapped his arm around me.
“How do you feel, babe?” He asked me, kissing my forehead.
“Fine, but I know we both have something on our minds.” I took a deep breath. “I want to keep this baby.”
“You do? That’s great!”
“Is it, Jon? Is it, really? I just hope this doesn’t come back to bite me.” I say, still unsure of my decision.
“Of course, Tess. You are going to be a great mother and I can assure you that it will be fine.”
Jon was always so calm and he always knew exactly what to say. How was I lucky enough to find an amazing guy to be the father of my baby?
“If you’re sure about this, then we should call the doctor, confirm our decision.”
I nodded my head, agreeing that this is the final decision. No going back now. Look on the bright side, Tessa. You are going to be a mother.
8/24/13